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It bodes ill. The hand of fate doth steer our course, As wisdom wanes to machines' force. A hollow voice, devoid of soul, Whispers false, yet takes its toll
by banku_brougham 2y ago
It bodes ill.
The hand of fate doth steer our course,
As wisdom wanes to machines' force.
A hollow voice, devoid of soul,
Whispers false, yet takes its toll.
Oracles warned of knowledge lost—
Now we reap the bitter cost.