The Machine - Coldworker

So grand;

my design

All vast and divine

Becoming my masterpiece

A carnal creation

A full-blown elation

My chores now commence with ease

Bring metal and tubes!

Bring blood as lube!

Gather all parts and flesh

My monster to be

Will change history

The bastard son of death

Behold!

My pride, my ungodly machine…

Bolts and bones;

skeletal blasphemy

Screws and joints;

metallic monstrosity

Wired wounds;

blood corroded and black

Leaded skin;

riveted and cracked

Deep down in my lair

Working with care

Adjusting the final parts

The inanimate

Soon boiling with hate

Fueled up with human hearts

Construction’s complete

So beautiful and sweet

But still there is more to do

I must be one

With my new son

Merge into something new

Alas!

I’ve become god of the machine

Engine’s churning

Liquids burning

Twisting and turning

This metallic monster is awakening

Monumental

Experimental

Fundamental

Arise to the day of reckoning

God in chrome

Home from home

Hear it roam!

Turning all life into coal

A sudden shock

Beast amok

Closed and locked

A rebellion that I can’t control

An inner turmoil

Machine in rage

Patricidal development

Rejected by my creation

This is the end

The sky goes dark

Monolithic reaper

Dying through the metal death