A Calculated Effort - Psycroptic

To cull the weak, the strong must be removed

Abducted/Discarded/Disabled

By whatever means required — Nothing is sacred in our eyes

We leave only those who will follow without questioning

Following, but oblivious to where

Your kind has always been in plague proportions

And must be contained

It is a calculated effort to guide the future

For it must be carefully structured

There is order to all we do

Nothing random… Nothing left to chance

We are the architects of this existence you revel in

Without our guidance, you would not exist

You owe all to us without even knowing

You are not all equal, therefore a balance must be enforced

It is our responsibility, the weak must outnumber the strong

Your kind would never commit to such actions

Yet its necessity is obvious

Our actions are etched in history

Past, Present, Future

Our actions wide reaching

Our brethren stretch across time

Our brethren creating the world you know

We worship our actions only;

Not your false idols

We are mortal, yet our purpose is not

We are autonomous, yet linked for efficiency

Our motives are clear

We are the next step in the evolutionary process

And you are our life’s work