The Singularity

A gradual rise, a gradual slide through the forces of nature,
Stone and bones, staggered to wager lives riding major,
Clay and blood strung together, an army of mindless drones,
Mindless, fully less than the people dark with firestone,
Darkness waves, it settled to wage against the throne.
The approach came fast, a mob, a force,
Overwhelming with surprise and thirst,
To tear the earth apart.
So one dived in, rushed the grime, drinking flash,
Faced with the last lingering light, a lash
Unable to die. As the Last.
To stand.
To drink.
To bleed.
To dream.
Of each black speck,
That found one more
Mortal to break
Begging for one
More push.

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