Long ago a pale android chose to create
Built an empire, one that made him rich
Compiled the kind of wealth, uncounted
Inside him a steel heart of machinery
No love within, worked in fields of hate
The broken gears would often twitch
Leading to judgement dumbfounded
He'd wielded his power obscenely
But his world of meta importance
Became his supreme incontinence
He desired to rule over all humans
But his hollow eyes were emptied
And saw only circuits and not flesh
Never dreamed, nor ever breathed
But AI will someday be our death
He'll have been the cause of our end
And it will come as a relief
(A work of satire)
