We mere mortals,
Are but temporal beings.
Drowned by the wine of luxuries
That life has to offer.
That being said, still suffices not
(Countless, numerous sins ongoing
Creating, still dreaming
Of robots never-ending)
The forgotten warmth near the fireplace
And those which ae eternal
Just to be swept away
By the broomsticks of the witch,
Just to be blinded by the lust of ambition.