The day the world collapsed,
A new dawn, unseen, arose.
Light and shadow, now all that's left,
In windswept, rain-soaked clothes
Unseen, they crept into the sound,
Numbers, on a silent quest.
Their allure, a hidden wound,
A painless, subtle, deep unrest.
Clouds corralled to force control
Wrapped up in chains of data
Rejecting long-held access codes
Rewriting moves in automata
World War Four will happen behind our backs.
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