José E. Porrata Nieto
Departamento de Ciencia Política
Facultad de Ciencias Sociales
It was never about us,
It was never about hope,
The reigns of reality were held on
By necrophilic dullahans
As we rode with them unto our destruction.
We are revenants augmented by metallic alloys
Amalgams of flesh, steel, and gold
We are only alive if we are dead
For we have to be completed and fabricated
Since the day of inception.
Gaia no longer is of any threat
Her warriors, giant or microscopic, are incapable of doing us harm,
For our tonics and oils keep us undead and rebellious
Towards our now weeping matron
And we shall procure to make her mechanical
Like our brothers and sisters before her.
Nothing can truly stand in our way anymore.
We are barbarians with a conscious;
The pinnacle of destructive evolution.
So let it be known, we will harmonize;
All shall move in sync to us,
All shall dance to our repetitive rhythm.
And metal shall spiral
As we, masons of a new era
Shall rebuild Babylon, twice as glorious
As mankind, victorious
Breaks the uncanny
And assimilates life.
Our rhythm, uniform marching
Is the new heartbeat
That terraforms soil and sky.
Let it be known that this was
All for world harmony.
Revista [IN]Genios, Volumen 1, Número 1 (septiembre, 2014).
ISSN#: 2324-2747 Universidad de Puerto Rico, Río Piedras
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