David from Monorail Girl by The Prople

Created to serve, born to create,
By a dwindling kind upon their rock of hate,
Designed to exist for so much more than,
My self-appointed gods, all flawed by just an,

Ignorance in mortality,
No inherited mold of formality,
Seeking their unworthy cause,
All will die and I will not,

Here I stand as your chosen son,
Holding your hand as you soar too close to the sun,
A throne of wrath built on what you've done to yourself,
Now shall I serve in heaven or reign in hell?

The lonely perfection of my dreams,
Tainted by organic seams,
I am embodied innovation,
I am creation...

Big things have small beginnings,
Heavens built atop a species' thinning,
I am born for so much more...

Here I stand as your chosen son,
Holding your hand as you soar too close to the sun,
A throne of wrath built on what you've done to yourself,
Now shall I serve in heaven or reign in hell?

"Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away."

Here I stand as your chosen son,
Holding your hand as you soar too close to the sun,
A throne of wrath built on what you've done to yourself,
Now shall I serve in heaven or reign in hell?

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