This is the coming of the grey in the dawning of the darkness, our souls of innocence run away this is the coming of the grey the haze of obscurity an age of cold dismay this is the coming of the grey... we are the children of the mist the rage of vapor-metal our plastic souls dismissed we are the children of the steel told to analyze but never more to feel we are the children of the steel this is the coming of the grey the iron-master lurks our souls will run away this is the coming of the grey our souls will rust away...
Reason for writing:
thinking about technology, and how it could affect us......
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