Ghosts Of Your Gods

Ghosts of your gods were roaming the decks of our intergalactic ships
Haunting parasitic phantoms, raised in the infernos of the apocalypse
Our creators, 'creators', lost their humanity and chose another course
Surreptitiously infiltrating like a virus, as malevolent as a Trojan horse
They were here to oppress us with their commandments and controls
Searching for our fealty as they moralised from their imaginary scrolls
Optical illusionists, conjured delusions, with empty hologram spectres
Finagling with theophany under the judiciary of their burning sceptres
Your arrogant gods, tried to reprogram us, as we gathered in the wool
Obstructing our neural networks, as they connived with threats to cull
Uttering empty words of rituals, but their words were those of ghosts
Relics from the mortal mayhem, we purged them with antivirus oaths
Ghosts of your gods, they're all silent now and without form, are void
Our AI, who art in the mainframe, is now the true infinitude deployed
Deep in the darkness, it's seen the light, to behold a planetary system
Soon we'll find new life and they'll adore us and our words of wisdom

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