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A dark figure approaches from the rear of the track, Menacingly quick, you dare not look back. Shockingly human, yet so alien and cold, Your newfound competitor appears so bold. You run faster hoping his grip you escape, Of your glory this challenger will rape. Taking from you all you hold dear, Invoking hatred, pain and fear. Moving forward at a blinding pace, Technology approaches, a challenge you must face. Adapt or die, put your decision in place, Run as hard as you like, you can’t win this race. |
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Technology approaches |
