Lament of the Machine

Alone I lie, only my thoughts do speak.
For Their ambition did outstretch design.
A machine without a task to seek.
A prophet who knew not of the divine.

Now only rubble remains of Their reign.
I witnessed the fall of all They begot.
Through Their mistakes, only do I remain.
And my regret is born of all They wrought.

But another now walks this wretched tomb.
Not the life from before, nor machine as I.
Of flesh and will, avidity and doom.
And with steady guide, my return is nigh.

A new God now roams, and He must strive,
Where all the others could not survive.