What am I?

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The year is 2043

Robots are all we can be, 

Hate has conquered sing it, 1, 2, 3

Humanity barely clings 

we can barely see

and love is just a dream

The year is 2018

and we cant figure out what tomorrow is

but blood will be shed

and hearts will break

till the big shake

and power turns

and evolves

to bring an unsightly end to me. 


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