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Un-making Existence

Poetry By: sKillEr
Fantasy



An absurd idea of depicting a golden sphere as our maker or god, and we have reached the limit of its patience, and now the Sphere is going to undone the wrong choice it made with creating us, humans.


Submitted:Jan 10, 2014    Reads: 14    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Sparkling gold, runes are engraved

Large rings turning, being caved

Deep in the heart of a mountain

Lies the Machine, our life-fountain

Azurite blue sphere made of gold

Three hundred one centigrades cold

Sapphire lightnings striking the rings

In the cold they're moving strings

Word by word and rune by rune

Maintaining their precious gloom

Rings moving around this sphere

Prismatic lights banish fear

Icy shards and crystals grown out

From the lightning-struck roundabout

Reflecting the light of life

Converting what we do rife

Lightning balsts and sonic impulses

Cease or make life which the sphere induces

Slowly turning cogwheels of future

Shining ebony runes, the rapture

Amethyst lightnings, carrying bloodlust

Yellow runes shining, signs of mistrust

Cogwheels turn faster, the Sphere sees it all

We exceeded our commandments by far

Genocide, torture, innocents dying

And the worst part is no one's denying

We have invoked the Spheres' worst magic

And the outcome for us will be tragic

Worship the Machine, it is your God

It created you, it takes what you've got

Lives as electrons float in Its system

Erasing thoughts, un-making existence

Qwartz joints of Its wheels seems to be cracking

Greed, lust and hatred got the Sphere wrecking

Reversing mistakes, changing routes again

Disintegrates us, as it was a game

From skin to bones and to dust from ashes

Lightning storm, rune field, forward it dashes

Temperature rising, the Sphere heats its core

We summoned its wrath, it hungers for more

From increased heat the gold Sphere turning red

Casting its lightnings, we will regret that

Rings around it begin to move faster

The bottomless pit, infiinte qwasar

Summoning black holes, tearing worlds apart

Electricity strikes as lightning dart

Sequentially the runes begin shining

It will be calmed down by our souls dying

Perishing we failed, failed our only test

Fairy tales engaved in its golden crest

White hot core turns the frozen room lethal

Sublime un-making, everything will fall





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