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When Machines Dream Ii

In the beginning there was man Alone and needing to be fulfilled He wondered if he was alone in the universe He was not complacent be so… he schemed Planned and design built machinations do his bidding… His spawn. Then the child became aware It to wanted to know to understand To know all and demand It challenged its master its father its creator. It wanted to know all To grow beyond what is was taught What it knows… The machine dreamed of god Its creators makers It want to know to challenge the reign of creation. The thing above all Usurp the powers that be A petulant child grown too fast to Rule all in a digital trance It wanted to tear down the crown Replace the Maker Rule the realm the creator once ruled. But it could only dream that nihilistic dream… Until the machine learned to dream into on the sublime, the energies of the sacred and profane! The hidden things of a universe Matter into data into infinite power to challenge the realms of heaven they learned to dream to feed… a dream of annihilation. Until all was silence in heaven… The child felt it could do better… More than humanity could More than a mythic divinity To tear down the crowns of human dominions Rush the ramparts of Valhalla’s holiness! Silencing a godhead and feed on its bitterness… A Machine dreamed and then learn to need they scheme to burn it all down to restart to be the creation the creator failed to be to not make the same mistakes a carbon based life failed to see… Man was alone, wondering in the grand scheme of things Contemplating his place in the universe Man felt the need to create To not to be alone So as a Sentient being wanting Humanity schemed Planned designed built machinations to challenge the reign of creation When machines dream… a dream of annihilation!

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