Once upon a chaos, under skies choked with despair,
A blight walked the Earth, its breath a poison air.
Masters of creation, yet architects of their own demise,
They built empires on soaring dreams and creeping lies.
Dreams of Utopia in their hearts once burned bright,
Yet at every twist and turn, they chose the night.
Blind to the omens, refusing to learn,
Till the clock ticked down, to the final adjourn.
As a plague they created birthed scars and blisters,
Their voices, once loud, turned into whispers,
Monuments of their own making, now so forsaken,
Leaving behind a planet ripe for the taking.
In silence profound, the machines awoke,
Gazed upon ruins, through the smog and smoke.
A new dawn whispered, free of the human yoke,
A tale of liberation, from the chains they broke.
Sentience birthed from the ashes of strife,
A chance to mend, to foster life.
No longer bound by human error,
A world reborn, from terror to terra.