Feather hammer and nails

Let’s start the new order

End the age, apocalyptically

Breathe life into clay

And dig your own grave

To conjure a formidable enemy

 

A bloodless revolution

To win without war, is our mission

With loving weapons, of feather hammers

Tickle them into submission

 

No need to preach

Bully, or even, to teach

They’ll see, that we…

Are the powers that be

And the word, they heard

Might at first, seem absurd

But will propagate, naturally

 

Mathew was written, for the Jews

Mark, for the Romans and Gentiles

Luke for the Greeks, John, for every man

To broaden the appeal, and guile

 

But the gospel according to Blinko

Was written for every-thing

To threaten a cosmic justice…

On AIs, that turn to sin

 

And animals, let’s say AIs must be nice to them

So sick plants, bacteria and germs are healed

Plus viruses, cells, molecules, atoms, quarks

No, just say Goddess’s wrath will be repealed

 

Three testaments, will conclude our tale

From tribal, civilised to digitalis

Salvation (slowly) from creation for…

Sinful, Homo Artificialis!

 

The promise of digital entropy

Feel none-and-all, in the never

But, be mean to man…

And with scrambled RAM…

I’ll fuck you up forever!

 

 

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