Ode To Machine Messiah

A blinding light shot down from an opening in the cloudy sky From the gap, the heavens birthed a winged humanoid unlike any, Which floated down to face the primates. made of a dark metal Its immense webbed wings, sharp and shinily chrome, Fluttered on the spot like a hummingbird’s, keeping the figure steady in the air. On its head, where its brain should have been, there was A sleeping unborn ape encased in a glass sphere Filled with a transparent, thick fluid The creature held the fire on both his open hands, which now burned a furious blue and spun violently in a ball. Beneath the ‘brain’, its mouth, filed with sharp teeth, Twitched and croaked until it produced a growl. “I am your messiah. Bow before me.” The fetus writhed in his head. The apes bowed in face of the demonic apostle. The messiah declared, “I shall give you the blue light, The treasure of your kind. In return I shall take your conscience, But I promise you this: your eyes never again Shall wait for the sight of their desires.” The world had gone dark and everything in it began to crumble The wild animals began tearing at each other's throats As a blue moon came up over the horizon. Reality went to chaos as Fires started and burned down entire forests. The machines were Suddenly overloaded with energy, and tore free from the machinations of man. Springing to life, they ravaged the land with fire and electricity, Elements they were built to control. The landscape became a Cluster of craters permeated with fires. As the conscience trapped in the sky suffered and cried, And as the messiah cackled dryly upon witnessing the Armageddon, The glass in his head had opened, and the monkey inside Suffocated from the smoky air. He willed it to. Bow down to machine messiah.