Messiah
By SMYGO4EVA
Senseless destruction
Never seems to cease
The planet destroyed
The All Spark – the source of life
Nothing left in the hollow worlds
All falls down, tumbling upon what they have built
A fake empire crumbling
Cast aside like a useless relic
A stolen relic, forming, living, and dying…
A Prime would rebuild it
The very empire in milliseconds
Bring the race back to its roots, its former glory
God-like machines they were not
Built upon, standing upon freedom
Not chained or consumed by their own desires
They pay heed to the wise and ancient texts
One named Optimus was these things
A Prime, a warrior, and a God
A soldier that he was to his race
It was now shattered, a crack in granite - imperfection
Warped reflections of what he opposed
Tyranny swallowing, taking over a peaceful race
Freedom corrupting ideals to be taken
A land bathed in energon
The lifeblood of all Cybertronians
Autobot and Decepticon alike
Reigning over the ruins of the present dystopia
All the lost comrades
Their sparks diminished and extinguished
He sometimes wondered if….
….This never-ending war was worth fighting
Worth all of the destruction
Worth all of the suffering
Worth an entire planet
Guilt laying siege upon him
Fighting, battling until he was broken
A friend twisted apart by ideals tarnished
Reckoning a vision tainted by conquest
Once a brother to him, a dear friend lost to him
A Prime – something hated yet admire all at once
Optimus was not a God or a heaven-sent messiah
He was a false prophet, his mechanical wings withering
A rusting warrior, a soldier and nothing more….
