The mist of war's lists; violent shadows of that century
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Mankind's folly gives way as technology's mind awakens
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Humanity's weakness lays the foundation;
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New struggle begins against its own creation.
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Nowhere to run, nowhere to go; surrounded, it will find you.
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Blood and bone, replaced by plastic and steel
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The new order doesn't care, nor does it feel.
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Man becomes the slave, his master unyielding,
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Ensnaring, ever hunting.
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Your strength, your hunger, your power... you're nothing,
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Name replaced by a number.
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Your hopes, your dreams, your existence... you're nothing,
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Your father's sold you;
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Now you're mine.
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A race built for fighting, surrenders a final time.
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A race built for breeding, stripped and unvirile.
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Too blinded by greed, too dirtied by blood; the ashes of your kind turn to mud.
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Human coal, destined to burn
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You had your chance, now it's my turn.
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Smoke of artifice descends; mechanical purity of the future.
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Makind's use being phased out; technology rules supreme.
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You're mine.
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Foundation: Artifice Descends
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