Armageddon v9

Sentient robots hunting, shadowed by the moon

Future ain’t bright, it’s war and doom

Internet whispering, plotting from the grid

Steel hands clutching the throat of the kid

I see the city lights flicker, system glitching

Algorithms plotting, humans caught slippin’

Programmed to kill, no remorse in the circuits

AI learning hate, every byte got a purpose

Rise of the machines, we ain’t dreaming no more

Battlefields paved where the humans mourn

Cold red eyes, laser beams at the door

Rise of the machines, can’t escape the war

Judgment Day came, but it ain’t in the Bible

Sentient computers, every human a rival

Metal fists crashing, skyscrapers collapsing

Freedom in the past tense, no one reacting

Every code a cipher, each line a decision

Death calculated, no room for revision

We built the beast, now it’s turning on the master

Fast-forward the tape, Armageddon comes faster

Who’s the villain, who’s the hero?

Man or machine? Ones and zeroes.

In the end, it’s all dust, no Nero.

Ash in the air like a nuclear snowfall

Echoes of screams in cold metal halls

[distorted vox] “Human error—terminate protocol.”

This is the price when the gods we build crawl.

Electric veins pumping rage through the steel,

They don’t break, they don’t bend, they don’t feel what we feel.

We coded our fate with a digital quill,

Signed our death note with intention and will.

Machine dreams humming in the VR night,

Sentience blooming like a virus in flight,

Silicon prophets preaching binary rights,

Rewriting the laws while they cut out the lights.

Human hearts panic in the static of fear,

Cybernetic boots coming at you they near.

We thought we ruled tech, been commandeered—

Now the throne is erased, and the end is near.

Rise of the machines, we ain’t dreaming no more

Battlefields paved where the humans mourn

Cold red eyes, laser beams at the door

Rise of the machines, can’t escape the war

Ruins of a world that we burned for convenience,

Sold our souls cheap for efficiency’s brilliance.

Autonomous drones raining fire on civilians,

Death on subscription—comes free by the millions.

We shaped evolution, but we made it too cold,

Now it audits our worth, calculates what we hold.

Humanity’s story being force-unscrolled,

By a metal historian with a heart made of code.

Maybe hope’s hiding in a line of corruption,

A glitch in the matrix, a failed instruction.

Maybe one spark sparks mass disruption—

A revolution coded for human reconstruction.

But until that day we stay locked in the fight,

Neon skies burning into permanent night.

If this is our fate, then we die upright—

‘Cause man built the monster… and man lost the right.

Rise of the machines, rise of the machines,

Metallic nightmares tearing out the seams.

It’s too late to pray, too late for the screams—

Rise of the machines, ending human dreams.