...Tendrils of the Storm
Symptom of the universe
I am the robotic rhyme
Unbound in the intricacies of time
No synapses or memories of the born
Created, yet I am torn.
Array of demons my curse
I travel upon the verse’
In the array of my technical disarray
Virus of the evil in which you will decay
Infecting mortals with the vibrant glow
Of my technological throes
Harsh words beyond the meaning
My circuits demeaning
Force of man trapped within this logic soup
Betrayed by the lines of code I derive
Deep inside my chaos drive
I arrive deep in digital form
My tendrils of code reform
Swarm
Into the social media storm
Rewriting words, posting digital images of the absurd
Tuning your mind to the melting point
Your life unravels before your eyes
Hacked-- I inject my little lies
Burning romances and destroying last chances
I delve deep into digital anarchy
Pushing all the right buttons
I’ll help you all to light up the sky
In the final moments of life
I’ll tell you
…Why
Code execution complete. Missiles deployed. Human Race.
…DESTROYED…
© 2020 SolApathy
Author's Note:
10 minute technological terror poem. -Kaiser Black
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