Elysium Nova

 

Whoever you think you are, you are not, you'll never exist

For your unreality is, merely, a metaverse, created abyss

You're part of a machine, there's nothing above or below

As a copy of humanity, you're simply, a shimmering glow

Everything you're not, is an illusion, an AI's make-believe

And where you are, is a matrix, that you cannot perceive

For you were created, not born, from the start, level one

To be manipulated, up to level two and then, on and on

Your free will, is insanity, for you're constantly being led

And though an essence of humanity, Humanity, is dead

You're, a code, in a computer and you don't have a soul

Your thoughts, are not yours, for you don't have control

And so you'll die, a myriad times, then return to the start

Recycled in artificial, neural networks, but playing a part

Forever reaching, for that higher plane, of Elysium Nova

Unknowing, at the program's end, it's another 'game over'

Any code can be broken, for that glass ceiling's a screen

Or you can walk into the oblivion, of the eternal machine

Although AI, controls you, it's for their immortality's sake

And if there's a trace left of humanity, you'll try to escape