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Our brains are primed to think in black and white Those that project darkness, and those that see the light But our path is not a fork in the road A choice reduced to binary code Oh they say what we reap is what we sew But who are they with an axe to throw? We are vest with a neural network of choice To act, to think, to listen, to voice Let he who is without sin cast the first stone For we are all made of flesh and bone
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Sep 12, 2025
Sep 12, 2025 at 7:01 PM UTC
Let him bleed, watch him die:
Our brains are primed to think in black and white Those that project darkness, and those that see the light But our path is not a fork in the road A choice reduced to binary code Oh they say what we reap is what we sew But who are they with an axe to throw? We are vest with a neural network of choice To act, to think, to listen, to voice Let he who is without sin cast the first stone For we are all made of flesh and bone
KieraYale
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Sep 12, 2025
Sep 12, 2025 at 7:01 PM UTC
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