Urgent transmissions
Punctuate digital wars.
Watch out for the drones
Cutting through these pure blue skies.
Empires of glass and
Steel exploit all resources
Codes and uniforms
Cannot tame these vast deserts.
Something always lies
Hidden which cannot be named,
Controlled or captured.
Ancient gods will play tricks on
Feeble, modern minds
O here they can steal your soul!
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