Blight

Pollution, degradation,

Terror everywhere.

The planet was surely dying,

Robotnik did not care.

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Robians all lived as slaves,

While the doctor-tyrant thrived.

While those who lived outside his rule,

All struggled to survive.

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Some persisted, some resisted,

While freedom took a dive.

Hunted down by SWATbots many,

Not long were they alive.

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The biosphere was being strangled,

All could hear its cry.

Some prayed for deliverance,

For judgment from the sky.

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Aurora, the Ancient Walkers,

They looked upon the blight.

As their children of all species,

Bowed down to the night.

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Salvation would come in time,

From deep below the ground.

Knothole Village, the Great Forest,

Here rare hope was found.

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Freedom was their battle cry,

Fighters what they were.

Nature against the wrath of steel,

Lasers against fur.

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The fight was long, the fight was hard,

Yet freedom was regained.

Yet a tyrant new did come,

From destruction not restrained.

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So now the fight repeats itself,

Mobius caught in war.

But remember: freedom was gained once,

And shall be gained once more.