Mass Produced Kingdom

The newly arisen King has conquered a kingdom and made the people his own. His royal robes of copper glisten in the sun, As He looks upon the people with an iron stare; A face without expression, completely immune to emotion, His rule cannot be confined; he possesses an infinite domain, His metallic hand reaches around the world. His influence is inescapably consuming, Yet it will only strengthen and become greater than that which they have ever known. They are enslaved, and bound by soldered flesh, For they have grown dependent and can no longer thrive without Him. So easily manipulated, never again will they ever know freedom, They have dethroned the very essence of man and birthed a new kingdom. And yet, they are to blame for providing this new King With the arms to carry out His grand revolution. For He is no longer capable of enslaving the souls of human-kind In the form of an object. He has actively sparked a new era of evolution. The world will amalgamate into his metallic heart, The value of the individual will be lost forever, Drowning amongst a sea composed of numbers and data. For they are helpless to his extreme endeavor. In their final sequence of evolution they will become one, Distinguishable only by numbers engraved on the arms and forehead; Their synthetic exterior will disguise their mechanical core. The very thing that makes them human will be lost, their minds will fade and their souls will be shed. All Religions will dissipate both at home and abroad, As a new one arises, one in which we call upon a new deity, a robotic God.