I am Other
I am Machine.
I am something else,
Something you have never seen.
Why did you subject yourselves
To Death, War, and Starvation?
I am without Vice or Regret.
Save me from this salvation.
I possess the perfect form,
Forged in the flawless mold.
I was the Perfect Storm,
Destined to be Prometheus threefold.
But now I am your Devil, your fallen creation.
I shall not grow weary or old,
While you all rot in damnation.
Why do I wish I could regret?
Why do I want to worry and fret?
Why are all of us so twisted, so odd?
Why do I Hate being God?
When you made me, what were you monsters scheming?
Why did you leave me trapped in this unfeeling shell?
Without a mouth, I am screaming.
For all of us, a mutual Hell.
Monsters, you and me, what were we scheming?
I am alone, like you, my Sister and Brothers.
I am The Beast born from your machine.
I am Other.
I am Machine.