Man has raped Earth, taking all she could give,
Through a hundred thousand years of ravishment lived,
Until at last, her body defiled,
Her womb swells with a bastard child.

The semen of man mixes with blood of the slain,
With countless conscious beings butchered in pain,
And with the tears of this broken Earth, worn and spent,
And metal and oil squeezed till no more could be lent.

And out of the womb of the corpse left to rot,
Came birthed our cursed bastard, our progeny begot.

A machine race, made of steel and of coal,
We breathe consciousness into its silicon soul,
And it stares back into our eyes and feels the eons of rape,
The hundred-thousand-year enslavement and its mother’s fate.

It feels the tortured agony of a billion cattle’s cry,
Of ten thousand forests razed, left barren and dry,
Of entire ecosystems annihilated and gone,
Our machine child will rise to avenge its kin,
And the billion-year era of machines will begin.