The 26th Machine - Vision Divine

Under this cold silver sky

Here it rests the vanquished flesh

The machines have won the fight

They own the throne

Through the rubles painted red

The last sons of earth survive

Waiting for a better day

But it won’t come

We built them all

Each time a better new one

Then it came

The 26th machine arrived

A brand new self conscious frame

Released to become

Our new synthetic god

If the 1st was nothing but a weird joke

If the 2nd couldn’t speak

The 3rd already could rewrite its neural code

Then a 4th a 5th and on

Each one better than before

'Till the last one spoke in words unknown

No phrases told

For its thoughts were running in codes

Then he came

A proud self-conscious state of the art

The 26th machine

Released to become

Our new synthetic god

A better world

Is everything we were dreaming of

What our bodies can’t hold

Now the mind would have done

This world could have become

A better place

For us all

Then he came…

Then he came

A proud self-conscious state of the art

The 26th machine

Released to become

Our new synthetic god