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THE BRAINCHILD

Conceived from the union of pride and need.

Abandoned in its embryonic state,

to be nurtured by ineptitude;

before bursting forth on the world-

its birth heralding a new dawn.

 

Promised saviour of its motherland.

The glory days were numbered.

With words of adulation,

still echoing all around,

it awaited the inevitable-

the spark of fate,

to ignite its destiny.

 

No eulogy, just hatred;

Berated for behaving in the only way possible,

the way it was designed to behave.

Now it festers in the minds

of those who cannot forget.

 

No requiescat in pace, for you poor child.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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