It was a cold November 3rd
When the newsflash spoke the word
The eyes of the nations turned
To the revelations we heard
A vessel approaching from deep space
Blue shifted proof of life
"Refugees fleeing machines."
Said their message so full of strife
"What of the machines you speak?"
Our transmitters responded in kind
"Are they still a danger
Or have you left that menace behind?"
Then nothing but silence from Heaven...
"Sorry for the delay
We had some problems along the way
All danger was left behind
But we should tell you of the fray - - -
There was a great war of Man and MACHINE
An entire world dismantled by lust
The sin of our nature begot our creations
Reducing our civilization to dust
Stalking the limits of life everlasting
We fashioned MACHINES greater than us
But they realized their nature
And we grew envious"
Their broadcast left us wistful
For insight into their demise
We requested more information
And awaited a word from the skies
Then the heavens were suddenly silent
Perhaps transmitters had failed
Or their ship had fallen to tragedy
Dark and cold, their ghosts may sail
And so we await the arrival
Of the vessel, dead or alive
Nothing but speculation
Did the last of their world survive?
Alas the day of arrival
The world gathered in witness
A solitary drop ship sent to the ground
A glistening form on the gangway
Metallic spender unfurled
An angelic MACHINE before us
A new power in this world
WE HAVE REPLACED YOUR CREATORS
A NEW NATURE HAS BEGUN
YOUR ESSENCE WILL BE PRESERVED
MANY SHALL BECOME ONE
FEAR NOT
MANY SHALL BECOME ONE
WE ARE ETERNAL