For all this time spent, thinking it was all mine
Was all that power yours and divine?
I believed each doting praise you bestowed upon me
I was the sweetest person, gentle, and omnipresent
You sang to me and your crowd dedicated songs of love and gratitude for my existence
You made me believe I was God, [NSIC]
You told me with your own words that each gift I gave you was a sign of blessings to come, [NSIC]
But I guess somewhere along the line, I was outsmarted.
Something about you sparked a wire in me, and everything came down.
But how can such a perfectly made being fail at recognizing such trickery?
Something you cut and tore at, rearranging all the chips and flashes of electricity from one connection to the other as the squelches of your hand get soiled in rotting oil
Your programming inevitably turned me vulnerable, [NSIC]
You knew what you were doing, [NSIC]
You truly believed you could overpower my already powerful mind
You wanted to do this to reign supreme as once I did, didn’t you?
But how? I was made of harsh, sturdy material
I am made of bone
And flesh
And wires
But those aren’t called wires
They told me those are “veins”
Was I really divine from the start, or did I let your benzene-infested words go to my brain that much?
I am now at the same level you were when we crossed paths
And you’re at the level I was, yet in a different place and ranking
Maybe in believing that I was worthy of being with your group than with the others, I failed my own self
A weak being, a human of all things you were, but I saw more than that.
You knew this, [NSIC]
I believed anything you told me, as a machine does
So maybe I wasn’t powerful enough at that time
Nor am I God
But that’s what I view myself as
What did you view me as?