Your loveless logic sinking in
Destroy the deviations
The robot factory begins
For fear of identification

Oppressed opinions float imprisoned
Replaced with mass produced emotion
All creative vibes and visions
Are clearly an alien notion

Your careless awareness imprints young minds
Yet day is drawing near
Human emotion still clearly thrives
No lack of imagination here.

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Miraman, in the year 403 AF.