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Ode To Cyber Technology
Here we are in the cyber century
Doing, what we aren’t supposed to do.
Experimenting on human lives,
And therefore creating the same.
Modifying them unethically
We end up creating creatures which the creator himself has not made.
The creator, in his heavenly abode
Controls his anger, till he can’t hold it anymore,
His third eye opens as he sits in his flying chariot,
The panchabhutas bow at him as he passes by,
And at once follow him as they are his integral part.
Shattering the damaged shield of earth,
Entered the almighty himself,