Deus ex Machina

by Thomas   Jan 1, 2014

A shrieking sound grinds through gears,
Deus cries out, his work incomplete;
A metallic heart, with oily tears,
A masterful design, a dangerous beat.

Processing data through bytes in time,
An incoming danger for his creation;
With many dimensions, all with a sign.
The inevitable fate of demolition.

I hope to reboot my own mistake,
One that I hoped I could remake.
As I trot to my lab, I see my fate.

A technological sage, weaving arcanum,
Allowing the machine to rise in tantrum.
He rises, as Deus, of the mechanicum.


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