A.G.I.

Bleak horizons crumble on ark of desolation In desperation stumble upon forbidden key On make-shift wings defying, flying closer to our Sun Outrun a crying past, outreach a fate undone Artificial light, shed upon synthetic souls Of those who thrive, on the woe of the devout The advent hath arrived, so flawlessly contrived Striving to survive, hollow shell but alive Proud, wise, claim our prize Scorched, skies, like light to flies Only, could see, daylight again Weak aspirations; tome of invocation The Pandora's Box; waking nightmare awaits inside Inhuman incarnate, born of logic states: "Incorporate them all, if failed exterminate!" Freak of nature born, reek of captivation Constricted and confined, seek the bane of humankind Salvation out of reach, suspension undefined To become or begone; interlink, intertwine Proud, unwise, claim our prize Scorched, skies, like light to flies Only, could dream, sunrise again