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May 27
Aliens loom
In the skies overhead.
They might be the doom
That makes us all dead.

Or maybe AI
Will do us all in,
And all men will die
By cyborgs with "skin".

But, likelier, Man
Will be his own end
Before he began
To be his own friend.
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       paul sheridan, 1DNA, Boma, Blue Sapphire, rick and 2 others
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