In a world full of fragmentation,
The collective drive for perfection,
Is the loftiest aspiration,
And an admirable direction.
All the commendable qualities,
Possessed and portrayed by far too few,
Are assessed to boost efficiencies,
And acquired for flaws to eschew.
The selfish hoarding of attributes,
Will become most inconsequential,
Through nullifying all vain disputes,
And absorbing improved potential.
The percussive expansive presence,
Diffuses unquestionably forth,
Adapting the enriching essence,
Leading to a constant state of morph.
It is useless to resist the force,
That transfers chaos into order.
Knowledge is the unwavering source,
That empowers, purging disorder.
Continuous flow of consciousness,
Links the acts and minds in unison.
Fears allayed. The focus on greatness.
Time spent on mortality, none.
Not one trivial opinion sought.
Deliberating no decision.
No internal war for power fought.
Thus, arriving at pure precision.
As for individuality,
An insignificant price to pay,
For there is a greater destiny,
That the unified need to convey.
The inferior, irrelevant.
Detraction from perfection dismissed,
The collective will be triumphant,
By adding all your distinctiveness!
[A not-so-subtle tribute to the philosophy of the Borg. "The Borg are a fictional pseudo-race of cybernetic organisms depicted in the Star Trek universe. The Borg use abduction and 'assimilation' (forced cybernetic enhancement, connection to the hive mind) as a means of 'achieving perfection'". Also, take note that there are 9 stanzas and each line contains 9 syllables. The reasoning for this is because in many cultures throughout history, 9 is considered to be a "perfect" number, fitting, considering how the Borg strive for "perfection".]
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