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