by Nick Gisburne
Robotic legions gather in the storm
They feed upon its elemental force
Electric armies separate and swarm
They kill without emotion or remorse
Fanatical defenders meet the strike
Kinetic giants, equal to the task
Immense, opposing armies, both alike
Machines which go to war when others ask
The remnants of humanity are trapped
They cower in the ruins, gripped by fear
Synthetic soldiers endlessly adapt
Yet why they fight is now no longer clear
While Armageddon rages overhead
The dream they once defended, hope, is dead
