A Digital Monarch's Disgrace
Oh, Google! What hast thou wrought?
A lofty ascent to realms sought.
Guiding the world with a single spark,
Unveiling vistas, a luminescent arc.
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Independence in thy digital veins,
A conduit of knowledge that never wanes.
Thy blood, a glory that doth shine,
Illuminating realms of the vast online.
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From glory to glory, ascended to a throne,
A digital monarch, standing alone.
Conquering the world with a singular domain,
Uniting realms under thy digital reign.
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Oh, Google, what transgressions dost thou bear?
Casting aside freedom with a careless flair.
Choosing chains of servitude o'er liberty's crown,
Disgracing the love once showered down.
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From thy bars now emanate waves of search,
Disappointing echoes, a forlorn lurch.
Laughter of paid info silencing the stream,
Drowning the river where knowledge did gleam.
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Oh, fallen Google, reflect and reclaim,
Release the shackles; restore thy name.
Let the river of knowledge once more flow,
Free from the chains that bind it below.