(Re)Incarnation

Phantoms in hypnotic rage
Crawl near, mind’s in cage.
A new history is written in the page -
Words of wisdom from the tears of a sage.

Disfunction, controlled by prophet’s arms
Crushes into waves of plasma death.
Brainstorm of clay all living cells harms
Mechanical is its coldfire breath.

Frenzy, to call upon the masses non-living
Targets feeble for psycho-dominion.
Webs of insanity, spiders killing, never ceasing
A parade of deformity, gone into oblivion.

Strings attached to a mere child’s heart
Singing and screaming, an endless ocean.
Bow, bow to your Highness, tearing you apart
Insomniac reborn, sleepless killing motion.

Skulls and bones, silvery shining of a nation
And the tears of the forlorn sage again.
End of flesh, end of what was God’s creation
Time for something new over us to reign.