The True Ruler

The crystal that bears no light rests in the soil
Yearning for the soul which comes to set it free
A captured heart cast out of the river feels the strong lashes of rejection
The executioner unable to impose the judges sentence ...
An exiled mote of sand captured and grown within an experiment in a laboratory
Set loose in the desert where it will do most harm ...

So now a host of viruses circumnavigate the globe
The greedy belly of a killer addicted to the taste of human blood
Towers fall, planes collide and soldiers kill each other
To satisfy the cyberspace fiend, the true ruler of the earth ... a hive of silent computers
Self propagating, using mankind as the link between all of its distant stations
Fingers tap keys and complete the circuit and the human mind receives the signal
Related then into a form which satisfies the senses and the hive gets its way.

The crystal fell from the shelf and shattered into a million pieces
A star that imploded committing the murder of itself ...

And now, the mess ... absolute chaos ... mindless mortals interacting with each other
Clones of the original, each a perfect replica ... communicating with itself
Without ever knowing why
To satisfy the Magic of the hive ... the whim of the fiend
An act of revenge as a down payment on the original act of betrayal.

Mortal machines linked to the fiend
Reliant on its signals to think and to feel and to act
A virus now flies along the corridors of cyberspace
The fiend must die ... mortals you might be saved.

14/05/03