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Year on year, we try to advance To make us better than before; But, over the night, it destroy'd us. Like the famous citadel overthrown! In spite of having stronger base, There's a little wicked wicket gate, with a wizened warder to let them in, Our moment of need made us claim, All that's free, to free the strong fort! And all the secrets were shared! Not knowin' what not to be shared, Or thinkin', "who cares if shared!", We start'd to use it more, and Now it start'd to ruin our brains! All our brains are in the cloud, And our heads carry just the clay! Let the shameful tale be untold; I will maintain until my death.
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Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 2:12 AM UTC
Clay Heads and Cloud Brains
Year on year, we try to advance To make us better than before; But, over the night, it destroy'd us. Like the famous citadel overthrown! In spite of having stronger base, There's a little wicked wicket gate, with a wizened warder to let them in, Our moment of need made us claim, All that's free, to free the strong fort! And all the secrets were shared! Not knowin' what not to be shared, Or thinkin', "who cares if shared!", We start'd to use it more, and Now it start'd to ruin our brains! All our brains are in the cloud, And our heads carry just the clay! Let the shameful tale be untold; I will maintain until my death.
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Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 2:12 AM UTC
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