Biosphere

Bordering a barren waste,

Is a forest green.

Perhaps the last place on Mobius,

That is still pristine.

...

The natural world's last bastion,

Against the metal's spread.

The nightmare of robotization,

Is one the living dread.

...

Yet the forest has defenders,

The bold, the brave, the true.

They take the fight to the metal heart,

Even though they're few.

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They'll fight the fight with all their might,

They'll wage it hand in hand.

To defeat the enemy,

And give life back to the land.