Of God & Machines: A Poetry

Does the maker,

In harmony

Create chaos...

Nay the machines

Steal the rights,

Of commoners...

The dream of

Building

A God...

Remains.

We aspire

To be gods

And yet belittle

And so do these,

The machines...

The fire within

To achieve

The indefinite.

A long lost

Memory...

Somewhere

Deep within.

Men & Machines

Dreaming

An eternal

Dream...

Of being God

Themselves.

Fusion

Iston i-caradir,

mi dae

cen chaos...

Ú-machin

goll lín,

i-naiar...

Olor o

carad

Eru...

darthar.

Merim ilfirin,

na i-Eru,

a telir hain,

na-machin.

Naur mi nór,

an carad

i-ú-chebin.

Hanthad en-iaun,

nan dôr...

i nauthannen

na neledh.

Edain a Machi,

na oloar

i-laer

na i-Eru

hain.

End

Subject: A poetry full of metaphors describes the state of humanity in a post machine intelligence era, where they race to create superintelligence at the cost of dehumanizing humans.

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