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.