Prometheus

He is a vision of a telepathic martyr
Born of a comet from a crystal sun
Just an illusion of a dead star dying
He’s more than human, he’s a god machine
The sound and fury of a sonic solution
A panacea, he’s a master of time
Mandrake messiah on a gravity waveform
He’s an exotic, he’s an Anna machine
Prometheus rises in a rush of sound
The power of the ancient light he found
The secret of the stars etched in his face
Defies the laws of physics to continue the race
A product of collisions in a neutron star
An artificial product, born in a jar
Omnidetector, a neurotic revelator
He’s enigmatic, a stigmata of time