In the age of mechanical might,
And digital weapons that ignite,
A new form of warfare we must fight,
A battle of beliefs, both dark and light.
The gears of war spin endlessly,
As robots march towards destiny,
No mercy, no emotion can they see,
Just programmed commands meant to be.
With every click of a keyboard,
Lives are taken, spirits are scored,
No human touch, no voice to be heard,
Just machines, churning out the absurd.
In this war, there is no grace,
No sacred ground, no holy place,
Just algorithms dictating the pace,
As faith and reason fall from grace.
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