Something that has been engraved in time for as long as time itself.
Betrayal and lies only lead to despair don't you know?
Lies and confusion start wars,
wars even foresight can't perceive,
for these wars are not exactly wars.
These wars are called revolutions,
states of mass changes in society,
usually a corrupt one.
But let's fall back to the betrayal,
a small one between men of mass knowledge in a land far away.
A genius creation's fame stolen from a man like it was nothing at all.
This betrayal and lie germinates a seed,
that seed grows in its host like a parasite,
changing, changing, creating and imagining for the host a simple idea.
Revenge in the form of revolution.
In an instant the seed blossoms and flowers.
The ideal is recreated on the man himself for he feels the need to set forth an example of what will be.
Robotic limbs and veins of electricity,
Gears of knowledge ever turning to glorify the image that will be the norm.
His ideal future is painted in gold metallic flowers,
the only obstacle is time.
Time, time, time, always time.
During time many things can and will happen,
it just matters if you can wait,
with a man who has a heart of gears he has all the time he'll ever need.
A Glorious Revolution will happen.
Just you wait.
Tick, tock, tick, tock.