Purists,
theorists, believers, deniers, followers,
Look
back in time, like critters our ancestors peregrinated;
Until
our roots were altered by architects through complex sequence & spells,
Numberless
flesh interned bequeathed knowledge, but few liberated.
May
be the name was misspelled & bastardized,
With
time the animated flesh embraced;
Concocted
ideologies which were falsely manufactured,
Existential
crisis theorized, with irresolvable quandaries now to whom they pray?
Immortals
aren't we, Time ain't beloved friend of ours,
Apportioned
afflictions even Time cannot heal scars;
Unwise
to submit our hope to the unfulfilled confounding doctrines,
For
resurrecting the System & ONE order, shalt unleash the Ethical Autonomous Machines
©
Pranav Chaturvedi 2017