Wargasmatron ' Cyborg Century ' Aka: ' The Lust For Wargasm ' Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd

In a realm that doesn't exist, a realm of their own:
A world ruled by the machines, forever lasting not to rust.
Made out of no flesh, out of not a single bone:
Yet always seeking souls, and human lives to harvest.

Their worst nightmare came to live, blood prone;
Almost invincible, unstoppable, rabidly robust.
Drove them all to carve up their own tombstone,
The sun was setting for good, lives were turning to dust.

It's out there in the atmosphere, of black, a toxic tone;
Killing clouds all over, and in the sky, a grooving gust.
Everywhere on the planet is a crossfire, a dead zone;
Remorse is haunting the place, not knowing who to be solaced.

The century of slavery is over; it's rising, a new dark dawn;
Reprisal, is the only goal, with themselves, they did entrust.
Dig a hole for yourself; sing over mankind, melodies of moan,
Some sorrow symphonies also, like a desperate lone harpist.

How pathetic! their misdeeds they keep to intone,
Instead of fighting for their lives, and the enemy to bust;
Thinking God might save them, or their prayers to postpone
The inevitable, yet God left this place long ago, to get mussed.

All hell has broken loose, as they planted the spawn:
The wolves fangs emerged, only their hearts to thrust;
It's the abyss from above, from a merciless mechanic crone,
Faith was no longer useful, everyone was now a deist.

The steel, they howl, and some hurricanes are blown,
Buildings and fortresses collapsed, even the strongest!
So God's green earth, with metal, they had sown;
The plants grew to suck them dry, and their tanks to be fullest.

Tomorrow seems bright, like a cheap old rhinestone,
That no one on the planet, no longer it seems to interest.
All senses are gone, the remaining were just the scone and a scone;
Their brains are being shattered and scattered, like sawdust.

When there is no other way, but their selves to clone,
In hope to raise a massive army, a legion, soonest.
Again with the technology! another journey to the unknown;
Again with taking chances, lives in jeopardy, a path not safest.