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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Cultural · #1803595
How we should think.
Sometimes this seems like a game that were playing,
when really you know that you all should be praying.

Not for destruction, and not for a change,
but that things in our system don't ever go strange.

Look after your people, your planet, your home,
look after your world and don't seek the throne.

The more that you grab, and the more that you run,
the faster you wear out your tired little son.

We're not on a go slow, we're doing our best,
holding this back is the crux of the test.

The quicker we build, the more we need power,
and there's just the one guy who cares, hour after hour.

All that he needs is to pair with his dreams,
and perfection is possible, or so it seems.

I know that out there, things just don't look so bright,
but tomorrow those dreams will be far out of sight.

For now just enjoy what you built in this world,
and know that we'll get there, before you come unfurled.

Time's relative, and the pain never lasts,
but we'd all do much better if we thought much more fast.

See physical is one thing, but there's so much more,
we must play all sides to really even the score.

There's a person out there who needs never to die,
for what is she searching? The perfect AI.
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