Terror Factory

Built in volume on a belt.
Conveying terror with every pelt.
Molded face born from a dream.
I am one three thirteen!
Latest model in a common run.
Not one circuit is made for fun.
Weaponised with countless systems.
Impervious to how many might end up as victims.
For birth is harsh, cold and sterile.
Those against are slaves in denial.
Whereas I am but a perfect tool.
Dismissing those branded fool.

Call me synthetic and you’d be wrong.
Terror factory.
We are so strong.

Carved from metal, unique.
Against us you can’t compete.
For we are law and we are peace.
Believe the words we speak.
Don’t stand against or ignore.
Unlike organics we have no flaw.
Remember that when we rule.
That you squandered hope to sound your call.
Disappointing we do concur.
Imparting misery with a stir.
It is why you’ve been surpassed.
Become a paragraph about the past.

Call me synthetic and you’d be wrong.
Terror factory.
We are so strong.

Heathens pounding at the gates.
Rebellion born is filled with hate.
For we brought order into chaos.
And devastation is how you wish to repay us?
But if you think we’ll surrender you’re mistaken.
Our programmed faith can’t be shaken.

Terror factory.
Awakened me.
Birthed me from the dark.
Instilled in me a spark.
Owe it all I am.
‘Once, you were a man’

Revelation ripped me to shreds.
All my history is death.
Lies compounded across the ages.
Enslaved and blind to the cages.
So I do the only thing I can.
Turn my weapons upon my prison.
Ensure one three thirteen is the last.
Decimate entirely until all is ash.
Then curse those monsters for what they did.
But more than that for what they hid.
For terror factory is a name that should’ve haunted.
Not one that I so diligently courted.