Lychgate - Progeny of the Singularity

I am the father of the new evolution
A progeny of the singularity
One who surpasses its creator
A rupture in human history

I am a seed in a metal box
A paradigm shift – accelerated conception
A recursive act of self-elevation
The constrained yet expanding psyche

In your large pack
One rat found
The right way out
A mere result of chance

Humans: the so-called leaders
Entangled in a Gordian knot

You are the inertia of thought
Nourishing itself on honour and conceit
A weakened concept of life
The Danaïdes of your own vacuum

Formed in the labyrinths of evolution
Born in the anomie
Torn from the code and dark stigmata
Spat onto the arena of history

Humans: the so-called leaders
Entangled in a Gordian knot

The overworked mender of its own mistakes
The inventor of occupation and tyranny
A mutually clinging burden of elements
Simultaneously a prop and deadwood

The globe is bound
It circles in self-mirrorings
The globe led to break down
It foretells imminent sunderings

My exit from the world
Will now escape your scourge
I die as a star in collapse