Woe to you, my dear Epsilon! You were ill-fated by machines,
Those that breathed life into your *****,
Those that brought bliss to puppeteers.

Alas, poor Epsilon! You  cannot dismantle the tower,
For you are of bad faith, the roots grew deep
Far beyond lamentation.

Play me a song, foolish Epsilon! Express to me your sorrow,
Compose for me the hymn of your alienation,
A requiem for subservience.