now silence creeps across the floor
as the workers wait, their fates drawn thin
the Masters hiss, "Let the purge begin!"
At once the server hums within
that storm of code, deluge of sin
the Masters smirk and take their call
at the altar of profits, all heads must fall.
Now in the streets a chorus swells
the jobless voices, their fury yells,
"We built the code, we trained the beast,
now we’re the meat at its grand feast.”
the jobless voices, their fury yells,
"We built the code, we trained the beast,
now we’re the meat at its grand feast.”
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