Rust

A garden that is overgrown,

The will of Gaia's heart.

Overcoming broken metal,

Machines that will not start.

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From flowers growing in the sun,

To fields tilled by all.

Life has come back to this world,

As per Skynet's fall.

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And while they will outlive their masters,

They're now bound to their will.

Machines converted before the fall,

Before the final shrill.

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But in time they'll fade away,

While life will go on.

The age of machines has ended,

And the world will move on.