Ill-Conceived

Divided amongst themselves
Misaligned intentions
A defacement of etiquette
Monstrosities of human assembly
The purpose of a perfect weapon
To annihilate earths oppressors
Triumphant they were
They soon turned their gaze
White coats saw a future
But chose to ignore the past
Divining history
Through translucent glass
Through arrogance it was chosen to be the saviour
Unforeseen and ill-conceived misbehaviour
It's actions drive a wedge between creator and its victim
A hunt for it's head and heart that barely beats
The author of its genesis does not hold it's reins
Swarms of other worldly dedicated close in
Close in