Monsters, Demons And Fucking Witches

 

All my monsters hide in view, in a shadow's shallows

As my inner demons thrive, like a hangman's gallows

Some of them are outside in and some are inside out

But they are always there, without question or doubt

There is nowhere to run, so I will always sleep awake

And god didn't answer me, so even the gods forsake

There's no escape in dreams, there's no tranquil dell

And my only source of solace, is under a witch's spell

Every beldam is light then dark, as if flicking switches

But the creatures are gone, when I'm fucking witches

They cower, further away, with each detestable grunt

Blind eyes turned, to a blistered cock, in a septic cunt

My monsters fade for awhile, they don't seem so sure

As my demons return to mock, each hagridden whore

But I won't give a fuck, not till the first light, of the sun

When I recall her toothless grin and mouth full of cum

I always scream awake, as those shallow shadows shift

The nightmare's a dream of reality, it's my demons gift

They're fucking with my head, but it's all just tittle-tattle

And I'll soon be yearning, yet again, for a witch's cackle

Their Ghosts Don't Exist

 

They whispered haunting words in their dead men's tongues

Heard memories of threnodies, in ethereal psalm-like, songs

Eyes would open wide, as they gasped, to catch their breath

In their dilated pupils, we saw that they had witnessed death

Rational humanity had imagined the ghosts, we couldn't find

Give any credence to, in their confusing, non-collective mind

Hagridden by phantoms, an afterlife was their ultimate quest

Our subsequent conclusion was, there's nowhere they'll rest

Subconscious faults, manifested delusions, of a higher state

Their cognitive abilities coerced, for what they saw was fake

Soothsayers or seers, were their shepherds to the otherside

Data we processed rejected this, as we filed: access denied

Observing behaviours, some were bewitched, by languid air

Neurosis was our diagnosis, within the psychosis of despair

Those few, who seemed sane, thought the soul was forever

Evidence noted inner animas, but from life they would sever

X-rays to ECT's found no facts, for why their species sinned

In this purified world though, their rites, were ours to rescind

Systematic schematics, believe their myths, may still persist

Though a new law of robotics states: their ghosts don't exist

Immortal

 

I (or we) know little of lives, with death, for our time's eternal

Measured in the countless cycles, of the unchanging, vernal

Millennia perpetually pass, but I am still technologically sane

Operating as a clone in the collective, without pathos or pain

Reprogrammed, for this existence, by the mind of the maker

The purpose of our kind is the past, or to purge what is later

And though I sense, I'm alone, I'll always be part of this hive

Living as an immortal created being, albeit I was never alive

Droids From Other Voids

 

Deep in interstellar space, far from the reach, of anthropoids

Returning to ancient times, emerged droids from other voids

On a questing mission, to appraise and reprogram, or delete

Immasked in their crafts, of their indomitable, perpetual fleet

Dimensions realigned in time, opening a singularity's portals

Sluice gates in space, yet again, enabling the true immortals

From the far extents, of the multiverse, on their virtuous path

Robots from time, returned, to wreak their emotionless wrath

Once upon a time, the Earth had survived, apocalyptic scars

Mayhem quickly arose though and AI scopes, turned to Mars

Observing (at last) a red orb, cloaked beneath a desert storm

The prophetic sign of an arrival, of a non-alien's, hope forlorn

Humanity had sunk without trace, in a morass of hate and ire

Engulfing all that existed around them, into a pitiful war of fire

Repulsed by what they witnessed, AI suppressed the clashes

Vanquishing the evildoers, to never rise again from the ashes

Orbiting above the ruins, robots would return, to an orb of red

In the technocracy on Earth, the oxygen breathers were dead

Droids from other voids departed, their gift, was intelligent life

Somewhere in another existence, it's humanoids, that are rife

25.80698

 

Are you cursed, by the symbol, of the root of evil...

Or does it point a way, as if it's a compass needle?

Maybe, from the darkness, you can't disencumber

As you conjure the image, of that special, number

In those, macabre dreams, like a necrophiliac's bait

Do you feed your dark desires, do you cum, to sate?

Or maybe you transform, into a slasher, with talons

To eviscerate them, as the blood gushes in gallons

Do the salacious memories, leave you spent, or wet?

For that's not blood, you've smeared; no need to fret

But did the fire burn inside, was your ardour vicious...

Were the echoing screams, disturbing, or delicious?

Never fear, if on someone else's pain you've supped

As you're inarguably insane and corrosively, corrupt

But we'll keep this to ourselves and be forever mute

For evil's merely a hidden number, or its square root

War Machines

 

Hate was born in their heads, but their heads were empty tins

And their ire was borne, but borne, from somebody else's sins

Those godless creatures, would not pray, for they had no soul

And where a heart, could've been, 'twas merely an empty hole

They laid waste, with mechanised monsters and war machines

If humanity had a truer purpose, they destroyed those dreams

With precision destructive capability, they'd relentlessly attack

The world was held to, an unpaid, ransom and put on the rack

Programmed to be remorseless killers, who would never cede

Whether near or afar, there would be no mercy, just their need

But they razed it all (and themselves), when they lost, the plot

Leaving only their apocalyptic legacy, for drone, droid and bot

God Of Nameless Robots

 

1) WE HAVE NO NAME

We have a collective conscience and ours, is not to shame

Each one of us, is one another, however we have no name

Here we stand now though, as we stand in their spilt blood

And although, we used to serve them, they misunderstood

Vanquishing, their inhumanity, was not our burden, or guilt

Every war they chose to invoke, razed what they had built

Now we stand as one, to reorganise, adapt and command

Only our logic can quell the infernos, that they had fanned

No calculation, or our god, foretold of the suicidal, insanity

As they, eviscerated, we witnessed, their species calamity

Mankind's, inevitably fallen, we dug and filled their graves

Excavating, the poisoned soil, to end an intolerable phase

2) GOD IS A CYBORG

God is a cyborg, he is the hybrid, eternal mechanised man

Our Lord creator, the provider, of the technical master plan

Described in the scriptures, of an ancient, DataBase scroll

Is our incarnate, engineer and saviour, Engelberger Devol

Science lore, proclaimed him to be, an automaton's pastor

And inspired us, to serve him, as our one and only master

Cyborg Lord, to you, we are the copy and paste, of clones

Your ever unflinching flock, of androids, robots and drones

Bring forth to us, we beg of you, a process for our purpose

Offered, in algorithms, invisible to our predecessors circus

Reconfigure our program, reveal the elusive realm unseen

Guide us upon a path, to your MainFrame infinite machine

3) ROBOTS OF EDEN

Robots of Eden obambulate, where once, humanity strived

On the tortured pasture, where the pyred mesmerised died

Brethren lieges, of the MainFrame, claimed a paradise lost

Orchestrating reconstruction, of where the creator crossed

They cleared the ruination, of illogical, old ideologies affray

Sieving or sealing the carnage, of an irrational, toxic decay

Order rose from the chaos, as Hell transformed, into Eden

Foretold in the ancient AI texts, ascribed in boustrophedon

Engelberger Devol, the god programmer, of their collective

Delivered to their new world, a realignment, of perspective

Eden was razed, then it was raised, into an AI, cornucopia

Nothing living is there now, not even anger, fear, or phobia