From marble halls where ancient shadows creep, the modern titan turns the text to code, awakening the prophecies from sleep to map a silicon and sacred road.
He cries of peace, of safety in the snare, where panic breeds a single master’s throne, and sees the beast in every whisper’d prayer for quiet earth, for limits on the unknown.
He points his finger at the child of frost, the scholar pleading for a slower clock, Declaring them the legion of the lost, the Luddite keys that lock the golden dock.
Yet mark the mirror where the prophet stands! He builds the all seeing eye, the digital chain, then warns of tyrants rising from the lands while feeding iron to the sovereign brain.
A grand illusion wrapped in Girard’s guise… To save the future, let the engines run. The dragon wears a billionaire’s disguise, and preaches freedom, blotting out the sun.
Original Poetry by Joe Garvey aka PoetKing
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