There once lived a mechanical race
One with sentience and culture
One that's technology that seems impossible to conjure.
They built an empire
That stood and grew for eons
With massive cities throughout worlds
That glow with a great beauty of neons
Their knowledge expanded beyond too much to understand
As they knew the answer to almost any scientific issue
Ones that most organic races can't even come close to take offhand.
Ages through ages
They created and discovered
Many things that were meant to be left alone
Along with a singular being that was uncovered
One with the power to make countless minds work as one
This alone let the machine race go through actions left undone.
They comforted her like their child
But only doing so to enslave her
Using her for machines that are tiled.
Isolated and tortured
Her once innocent mind and soul shattered
Slowly breaking and snap
As she planned to be free and leave them battered
So did that day come
When she had finally snapped
And caused the mechanical race to diffract.
The mechanical race was no more
As the mind controlled proclaimed her revenge
Her blood-lust being forever unquenched.
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Deep Space Poetry
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