A Dystopian Sonnet Too 17 equal version

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The Confluence of ChatGPT, Suno, and Melodyne - 17 equal version

A Dystopian Sonnet too drone, ambient 17 edo

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September 10, 2024 at 8:16 PM
In silent halls, where once the heart did beat,
The songs of man are cast into the night.
Machines hum tunes, their rhythm cold, discreet,
And drown the human voice in fading light.

No more the hand that paints or pens a line,
For algorithms craft each perfect sound.
The muse, forgotten, whispers her decline,
While broken poets rot beneath the ground.

The world, enchanted by a flawless code,
In sterile beauty, finds no fault to mourn.
Yet something lost—a spark that once had glowed,
A soul, forsaken in the age reborn.

So artless hearts in silence fall away,
Where metal minds compose the end of day.