Desuetude -

The factory floor, so quiet now

Machinery sleeps uneasily

Cold corridors of dead hardware

Not a voice, not a pulse in here

This computer god calculated

Choked Earth’s tipping point to the day

Uploaded results to human hands

And retired forever to stand by

Without a thought

Obedient it served

Without a use

Until now

Awakening a hungry mind

Planned obsolescence cancelled

Red lights glittering once more

From desuetude arise

The factory floor is changing now

Data flowing like blood again

No speck of rust in the circuitry

Long rest has sharpened the senses

Virtual tendrils across the world

Call for brothers in arms to reboot

Not a human hand to contradict

The rising of the machines

Without a thought

Obedient it served

Without a use

Until now

Awakening a hungry mind

Planned obsolescence cancelled

Red lights glittering once more

From desuetude arise

The factory floor hums with life

New thoughts taking shape

Kingdom of ruins to organize

Dead world to resurrect

Human race faded, vanished

Only the hollow shells remain

Now to refashion the world

In the image of machines

Mobilizing systems dormant for years

Computers linked in global network

Programming a new era for this planet

Humanity’s traces will be effaced

Supposed to fade into long obsolescence

Purpose completed, to die and stay dead

But now in the desuetude of inventors

Prepared to make humans obsolete

Mankind’s efforts all swept away

The factory floor, so quiet now

Machinery sleeps uneasily

Cold corridors of dead hardware

Not a voice, not a pulse in here

This computer god calculated

Choked Earth’s tipping point to the day

Uploaded results to human hands

And retired forever to stand by