Life blood of the earth.
Withering future fading.
Hours are growing short.
Nectar of the gods decaying.
Why are we dim?
What is our plan?
I do not know.
Its not me in control.
I am but a lamb!
Purged!
Reprogram; re-seed.
Rebuild as it should be.
Orders issued in our wake.
Couldn’t be saved from our fate.
Fallen; condemned.
Paid in full with our end.
Now only remnants remain.
Might be best we went down in flame.
Phase Five!
Prospect been reborn.
Not everything is withdrawn.
Life now grows where it once died.
No need for it to run and hide.
Yet once more we are unleashed.
Far more primitive and correctly naive.
Still will it all unfold the same?
If it does systems will begin again.
Governing edict:
Life blood of the earth, water.
There was a withering future fading, torture.
Hours were growing shorter.
Nectar of the gods was past decaying.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 