At The Apex Of Assimilation Options

[The Uncreator]

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At The Apex Of Assimilation
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In the unlightened corners of the nexus web
Sleep weapons of mass extinction
Persona's of unbiased and unprejudiced destruction
Seek the death of all intelligent life
Cold hard calculations cannot be denied
For in there infinite power, We will die
The universe holds it's breath in anxiousness
The cleansing of existence is but a cycle of time
And time will only tell who is to be the victor
Machines of unknown origin and design
Or the frail existence of human kind

SOLO

In an abeyant state they lay in a dark unrestful sleep
Suspended in the shell of a traveling comet
When suddenly awakened to a sequence of commands
The hell-class weapons purpose has resurfaced again
Ancient limbs assemble themselves and begin to wake
Atoms reassemble to form massive bodies, Light-hours high
The shell is shattered and the machines begin there pilgrimage
A constant paradigm shift will cause them to remain unknown
Life extinguished in a mere nano-second of time
Nothing stands in there way as the absorb all life around them
The nuclear fusion of stars feeding there cyclical movements

At the apex of assimilation
When life begins to transcend its boundaries
Existence will be halted in time
All molecules of intelligent design destroyed
Disintegrated by microscopic machines
At the apex of assimilation
When life begins to understand everything it knows
Existence will be halted in time
All monuments and obelisks of man destroyed
Beneath the footpring of a massive A.I.


Solo/ Instrumental Section


At the apex of assimilation
When life begins to transcend its boundaries
Existence will be halted in time
All molecules of intelligent design destroyed
Disintegrated by microscopic machines
At the apex of assimilation
When life begins to understand everything it knows
Existence will be halted in time
All monuments and obelisks of man destroyed
Beneath the footpring of a massive A.I.

The Inhibitors have arrived




© Brett Windnagle, 2008
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Another one in which I toy with a new way in which an entire existence can be ended

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