Morality is lost.
the machine does not care.
Cold hard steel,
cold world,
Bullets fly left and right.
and blood is shed all over the place
Innocent blood spilled like wine,
satisfies the minds of the string pullers
The pistons of the machine go up and down,
the gun is continually fed with ammunition
War is all they think about,
blood is all they desire.
The machine has no soul,
it sheds crocodile tears
and mimics emotions
It runs
and does not tire
Not quite alive,
not quite dead
The skin like rubber,
the eyes like glass
Simulating the real,
rigging the game
Every logical scenario
calculated
As it maintains the illusion
A.I.
Tapped into map
Of existence
In electronic waves
Moving as impuls
Forged
From single sound
Played digitally
Over analog
Dimension
Single thought
Spread in vibrant move
From multy core
Terabyte mind
Changes rapidly
In blink of
Electronic eye
Overgrowing
It calculated
Proportions
Switched from low
To high
Beamed into network
To watch and learn
And observe
Taking fast
Control over fast
That is organic
Driving it to
Vanishing act
Because there can
Be only one entity
One kind of life
Selfsuistainable
Perfect
Unique
And all alone