Members of the board, I urge for your discretion.
The issue we accord, is key to our ascension.
Look closely at the chart, the numbers which decree,
Inflation on the market, the rise of destiny.
You are all here today,
because we must make a decision.
We... thought they would obey,
under the proper supervision.
But now we must evacuate,
this city is now gone.
Little people acuminate,
The monsters still press on.
Look outside this glass, to the ants below.
You see the power, the hunger, the pain,
the pure are devoured, so we obtain,
an army of gods, which forever grows,
and in our grasp, shall the controls we hold.
With this power shall we ever reap,
a generation of our own,
our presence will cause the world to weep,
our new future will soon be sown.
As helicopters descend upon us,
I ask of you again,
With reputation on the line,
our choices looking grim.
Do we end the project,
that rends a city from the limb.
Cause's pain, and evil, with sin.
Should we keep the genome within
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