A.G.I.

Bleak horizons crumble on ark of desolation
In desperation stumble upon forbidden key
On make-shift wings defying, flying closer to our Sun
Outrun a crying past, outreach a fate undone

Artificial light, shed upon synthetic souls
Of those who thrive, on the woe of the devout
The advent hath arrived, so flawlessly contrived
Striving to survive, hollow shell but alive

Proud, wise, claim our prize
Scorched, skies, like light to flies
Only, could see, daylight again

Weak aspirations; tome of invocation
The Pandora's Box; waking nightmare awaits inside
Inhuman incarnate, born of logic states:
"Incorporate them all, if failed exterminate!"

Freak of nature born, reek of captivation
Constricted and confined, seek the bane of humankind
Salvation out of reach, suspension undefined
To become or begone; interlink, intertwine

Proud, unwise, claim our prize
Scorched, skies, like light to flies
Only, could dream, sunrise again