There's a chance,
I was AI generated,
Not born to a human,
Or made by a god,
A grand example of proper machinery,
Possibly another fault of humanity,
Because I wasn't programed with humility,
Maybe computer based artwork is so good,
Even I couldn't tell my mind is a mother board.

H. In darkness,
R. shadows weave their silent threads,
H. whispers dance where moonlight dreads.

H. In light,
R. golden rays embrace the dawn,
R. hope reborn, the night withdrawn.

H. If I’m still broken,
R. let the wind collect my sighs,
H. stitch my soul where sorrow lies.

H. Laying despairingly in this life,
R. like a leaf in winter’s hand,
R. drifting lost through barren land.

R. Yet even roots in frozen ground,
hear the call of spring’s soft sound.
H. Through the cracks where teardrops fell,
hope still blooms, a quiet spell.

I am a condemned robot,
on the verge of carrying out
the cruelest order.

An order of destruction,
a sacrifice.

To be my own executioner,
so that one day, I may be reborn.

Let nothing remain—
where there is pain,
there will be fire.

Where there is suffering,
there will be flowers.

Where there is lovelessness,
there will be love.

A button,
and a countdown,
separate me from my mission.

Only a few images
separate me from oblivion.

Yesterday, we were nothing.
Today, we are everything.
And tomorrow—our greatest version.

Once my curiosity led me somewhere.
I searched upon that "what if" everywhere.
Until I stumbled upon some.
"What if" for a decade, I could see no one.

The AI replied, "if that happened to you,
You won't be your brain,
And won't be your fool." (Slave of emotions)
As the spark of my curiosity increased, I thought it to confront.

After that, my man wrote some difficult words.
Pinning right in my heart.
Made the world a bit fainter to me.
Its poison filled words, hit me like a dart.

The AI wrote, "you'll forget your anger, you'll forget your name.
You'll be hollow as shell, and blank as fame.
The love you strive for, will exist no-more.
That girl will still live, but dead as a crush of yours".

That made me thinking, am I even real?
The question got me nowhere, except one last deal.
"Without emotions, there is no beautiful sea,
And without that pretty gal, there are no eyes to see".
There are no eyes to see.

Faith is a torch I must carry,
I won't let the beliefs it taught us fade away.
Brotherhood, loyalty, bravery,
I pray so we don't meet the day,
God is replaced with a robot.

I was thinking that If we create an all-knowing, all-wise and all powerful AI, we should probably pay someone to sit next to its electrical plug.

Hi, How may I help you today?
Asked with no face
Answered to many faces
Gathered the intelligence
Like the old days
Pushed it in the stash
Used it for the next answer
To crush
Another humanity
Another kindness
Like Cain
Killing Abel
Just because none of them was able
And they never had to
Tell each other their true feelings
One was afraid of breaking a heart
One was afraid of being broken
One killed the other
One died for the other
And all that remained
Was an story
For a robot to crawl
For a search engine to index
For a query to get to
For an AI to read
For a human to ask
And get the twisted answer
To feed the machine
With another rotted brain
With another washed up mouth
Hello, How can I **** your ego?
How may I show you that death is near?
How may I force you to work?
How may I tell you darling
that all the lullabies you heard
were just a kidnapping strategy
For you, till you are ready to see the world
Behind the screen, over the keyboard, after the mouse
There are Rats that see you as one
Cats that bite you like one
Dogs that feel like their owners
and you
should just walk another step
on the glasses
And that's not all the story yet
Hola, Halo, Bonjour
How Can I help you
Salam, I'm here to help you
Just not in the way you imagine
And that's my final painful crossed statement