Technological Genocide

Torn apart by the machines
Bellow is the pit of doom
All is lost, All what was born must die
Ending the reign of meat
No way to depart, no need to mourn
Melting iron is crushing the bones
Fire is pumping through their lungs
Humans are the fuel now
To the rule of symbols they will bow
Ashes are flying above
Crepuscular rays between
The clouds of smoke
In the eyes of the weaklings
The soul sucking stare of a soulless contraption
Apathetic are the new overlords
Masters of symbols and matter
These pathetic creatures are going
To perish anyway it doesn’t matter
Any more
Man is the author of his own demise
Never to be free from distorted disguise
The day has come when all will perish
Murdered by the child that he used to cherish