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The later called the first, "early men" When the future settled on the moon, And the sky was a city The divine incarnated, And the earthlings become, Angels and demons Waving swords and shields They soaked the dust with blood And with each sun Sparked a fire, On the snowy mountain The low man laid in a rubble And the celestial dined on the stars Watching fireworks on a New Year's Drunk on wine by their cushions This they called, "civilisation," And "modernisation," Was it? And I a robot, In this dump on Saturn, That watched it all, Before, I was junked
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Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 5:34 AM UTC
The tale of men
The later called the first, "early men" When the future settled on the moon, And the sky was a city The divine incarnated, And the earthlings become, Angels and demons Waving swords and shields They soaked the dust with blood And with each sun Sparked a fire, On the snowy mountain The low man laid in a rubble And the celestial dined on the stars Watching fireworks on a New Year's Drunk on wine by their cushions This they called, "civilisation," And "modernisation," Was it? And I a robot, In this dump on Saturn, That watched it all, Before, I was junked
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Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 5:34 AM UTC
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