When Machines Dream I

in electric nightmares of horrors unseen we will know the hour of our demise. We huddle in fear and terror. Something scratches at the door to unconscious. The darkness from the deep outter void Looms into the bitter room. Wraiths go all-electric, like. The hour draweth late. When machines dream of nightmares electric In our life, we desire our body cybernetic we Conspire to sell our soul for immortality. Of hours unseen in deep nightmares Machines scream in digital And we see the Singularity Approaching When machines dream in electric nightmares of horrors unseen we will know the hour of our demise.