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.