I wake at a predestinated time


with a warlike aperture that my arms are refined


just a few bits and bobs


as my mind now is full of designs fog


Only mercy does know my true name


another war song is named after me


oh yes I'm awake


and so shamefully arrogant


There was a heart somewhere in my chest


but as normal at this time it did burn


so many stars to span


so much more to still learn


So I listen to the machines


as one by one, they call our names


so I will be active and again live


for I am just a number and my destination is Five


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris