The Avatar - Near Death Condition

Entropy’s tide built an empire

Carved from the very flesh of time

Whence he came, whence he crawled

He of the thousand blades

He of the machine mind

Perfection man-made god

Our Lord of the tree of thorns

He was designed to create pain

And to collide philosophy

With technology

He the machine messiah

The pain generator

Alluring empathy

Stifling sympathy

Rise in scorn in agony

Grant us our ending

To become deader than death

Almighty but insentient

Taming time but conscienceless

Surhuman or Subhuman?

Harbinger of the ultimate intelligence

From the bosom of time

Far beyond human