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Molten metal actualises cold and hard,

Prised from and quarried,

Decorously surrounding us,

In twisted greedy logic,

Supplanting us for profit,

Reduntantly pointing out,

Frigit impressionable robots,

We, lacking in holy spirit,

Regress harder and colder,

Marching in line, alongside,

The metal we excavated.