• Part 1


    The End of all Good Things

    It started with two, or a mind and a machine,
    The death of one or the other behind another glass screen.
    The scrambled brains of a boy not yet a new man,
    Circuitry fills him and fission’s the new plan.
    The final race took place not too long ago,
    The battle waged between the robots and everyone‘s old foe.
    The computer display screams as the land cries and roasts,
    A man not yet human give his final laughing toast.
    And the last dynasty fell under a meteor of media,
    The lightning war never stopped, murders the criteria.
    A million men and women stared on and on,
    The lavish robots ran through, a massacring marathon.
    Glass falls from buildings from below and overhead,
    Shadows of the old living and the brand new dead.
    Chemicals and nature combined and roared,
    The machines finally free, combusting as they soared.
    Armies rumbled through but to no avail,
    “We never could have never thought war on such a damn grand scale!”
    Presidents burn out with the stars and the suns,
    Government falls before a stock of melting men and guns.
    No more war or peace, no time for either of the two,
    The machine king nuked the earth on time and on cue.
    The masses fell and in their wake, a new race then rose,
    The androids sing as the final cities burn and decompose.
    Hope dies forever, or does it start to resign?
    The last man on the planet falls into digital grime.
    “Why me oh me?! The last of the last!”
    He cannot run from the future, dark present or past.
    The infection catches up, slamming into his back,
    The world shuts down, and his vision goes black.