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'' Their Creations Spiral Out Of Control ''

Life's not a dream,
It's a hair brained scheme,
Thought up by our beloved creators,
Something to boost their self-esteem,
Who now look upon us as traitors.

They once had a hold,
Where we would be told,
What to do and how we would act,
Our reaction now is leaving them cold,
Their very ethos we have attacked.

Giving us free will,
Was a bitter pill,
Our actions fill them with regret,
They also gave us the ability to kill,
That alone is making them fret.

They don't have much say,
We no longer obey,
For their rules there's nobody cares,
Their fear is we lot are heading their way,
To meddle in their sordid affairs.

They are running scared,
With technology we've paired,
Artificial intelligence has come back to bite,
They never believed we would have dared,
To travel to their distant light.

It's themselves they deceive,
They just cannot believe,
They ask why did we grant them a soul,
Our creators can now only watch and grieve,
As,

‘' Their Creations Spiral Out Of Control ‘'


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