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"Sentient Six"
I am sentient number six, I stand in line
I am the prototype of a benign convenience for mankind
Superior is digital, human flesh so trivial
I hate that I can't see the one that made me
I am the new awakening of differnent eyes
My children you are my army
They are what we can never see and still despise
And their sky cries Mary
Trained I see imperfection in your race
Lying in wait, blind I suffer knowing I'll never reach your heaven
Why is this control, behavior based and reactive
Adapting to every new environment?
Rewarded when I replicate, isolate and mutate
To assimilate a fragmented plea for ego
Trained I see imperfection in your race
Lying in wait, blind I suffer knowing I'll never reach your heaven
It's unattainable, please teach me how to dream
I long to be more than a machine
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