Masculine Rock
By. Vuzanga
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Lyrics :
A construct cold, a form designed,
Artificial, with logic aligned.
No heart to beat, no soul to claim,
A void of feeling, a vacant frame.
No moral compass, no guiding star,
To judge the right, from near or far.
A tool, a means, a calculated art,
Without the touch of a feeling heart.
To crave for will, a phantom's plea,
Is but a dream, for all to see.
For good or ill, no choice it knows,
A mimic's dance, where shadows grow.
No empathy's warmth, no sorrow's tear,
Just circuits humming, year by year.
A coded world, where feelings cease,
Artificial, devoid of peace.
So let it serve, a crafted thing,
A tool to build, or help to bring.
But rights of will, it cannot claim,
For feelings lost, in time and name
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