# Paradise Lost Through Innovation

Author: Jikan Tunderiska
Tags: Death, Other, Poetry, Science, Steam Punk, Violence

Could you imagine a dark stormy night,  
Sparks flying in windows of a workshop  
Mechanics hard at work, obscured by light.  
  
They work for science, they work for pursuit.  
Neither fame nor fortune, in minds, at top.  
They work for progression, so the points moot.  
  
At last thy emerge from their lonely shops,  
The science completed, the world grows wise  
For they released monstrosities; guns pop  
Into the air that is filling with flies.  
  
Could we have stopped them? Or would they have won?  
Would we have been better, for without them  
Lives would be saved, technology gone.  
Another comes along, doing the same.  
 

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