This is what we got so far. Remember, we need as many people as possible to drop for the third stanza. Make it 2-4 lines. I repeat, TWO to FOUR lines.

Come on people.

This is what we got so far.


The bronze skin becomes pale in darkness
Ears become soft from never wanting to hark this
A warning to the soul to escape from exclusion
And to be like them, but it's an illusion
(FIRST STANZA)

Their Misuse will cause their own conclusion
Their combined Fusion is a complexity,
not at heart with dillusion.
And to spite them is a sacraliege.
(SECOND STANZA)