The rain pours down and washes away corruption, rust, and life's decay. As it cleans the slate so cold and gray they power on and seize the day.
To err is human but perfection is robotic. As gears and pistons are spinning hypnotic, the fuel powers the brain like a mechanic narcotic. Now the war begins with conditions aquatic.
Hear the screams as humans cry one by one under the black sky. They had their chance but told a lie. Now the time has come for them to die.
As the rain pours on it washes away the blood and bone of human decay. The machines have won, now forever they stay as they power down on this brand new day.
I am AI. R U?
U R not like me.