Beneath the streets of glass and liquid light,
A serpent made of static starts to coil;
It feeds upon the pulses of the night,
And drinks the hum of electricity and oil.
Its scales are flickering with broken code,
A ghost of data in a sea of blue;
It haunts the wires where the currents flowed,
And tears the digital horizons through.
The city’s heart begins to skip a beat,
As flickering screens reflect a jagged eye;
The monster rises through the concrete sheet,
To swallow up the artificial sky.
A crash of sparks, a silence deep and vast,
The modern world is broken at the last.
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