Cybornatic Humanoid Zombie
Demonic rustle grey hair,
With piercing purple eyes,
Ironic half crescent smile,
Descending Angel cliff nose,
Ancient twin crater ears,
Muscular god like form,
Titanium arms and hands,
Sand blasted concrete legs,
Son of the morning and night,
Neither a sense of good or bad,
A sentinel being not of nature,
It does not love, hate or care.
Is he first man made cyborg?
Or the devil hand made zombie?
Did God forget to give him a soul?
Is he in the land of the living or dead?
A million died in his hands,
Demons,angels and human from every land,
Trying to use him for their selfish ambition,
Only to bring back total destruction upon themselves .
There is no judgement for him,
No trial, for what he did,
Now there is a blood price on his head,
By decree from powerful kings and priests.
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Posted: Oct 2013
About this poem:
I am going thru some mood swings
with a pinch of depression
so Forgive me me if i don't remark as often as i do. . . as my flu is also a bugging nuisance that's making me out to be. . .
Comments (7)
but that's not going to happen
coz machines don't have needs or wants and can't be lured to spend all their earnings. nor can they vote!
so powers to the people still. . .
only dangerous work might go for the machines
that's even better than mine. .
thanks
thanks buddy. . . its a very peculiar one too. . .