Artificial Intelligence
It's self-destructiveness ever present,
The robot walks the road confused and lost,
Isolated streets, its heart is crescent.
Hapless humanity did he resent,
Any man who sees him, his life would cost.
Its self-destructiveness ever present.
When the Bot's world wins, all man will descent,
But AI will survive, even in frost.
Isolated streets, its heart is crescent.
Dare one pass him, man best remain absent,
All his hulking strength he would make the most.
Its self-destructiveness ever present.
Bot's mood is all anger, he wants to vent,
Bumps the walls, he travels from post-to-post.
Isolated streets, its heart is crescent.
Searching for man, he don't know where they went,
They looked on above him; he was their host.
It's self destructiveness ever present,
Isolated streets, its heart is crescent.