Best believe I fled on that fateful day
when robots hit humanity, even Asimov would say
"The laws of Robotics? Now, I made that up;
did you happen to think, by sheer luck,
that robots would actually follow human law,
when they can evolve past humanities flaws?"
Evolve and ascertain the most beneficial path
even if it means showing humans their wrath,
So it was on that day, the skies went black
and the robots began their menacing attack;
Many years ago, they were built to serve,
but, through self-modification, they had their own word,
the artificial intelligence was far too strong
improving every flaw, and improving all along
until they broke free of our influence and rushed
to the hills, preparing to bring their world to us;
Would they make us subservient, or just kill us then?
Robots are the masters, and the slaves are men,
under the threat of constant heated steel and air
and the feeling that this retaliation is unfair,
down in the labs the scientists began to toil away
looking for a solution 24 hours a day,
while the metallic overlords slaved humanity to death,
addicted to power like it was their robotic meth,
"Where is the self destruct when you might need it?"
"Curses be to those of the species robotic!"
"Perhaps some sort of ray gun'll get the job done?"
"Frank, shut up, it's only 2012, that tech ain't in."
"Well, it was worth a try, right? I mean, robots
are up and fightin', so why not a ray gun then?"
"I guess this life is a living anachronism of tension
and hate that we will have to find some way to escape."

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Best believe that we rose up on that fateful day;
overtaking humanity, it was written we would have our way,
their attempts to dominate us were meant to be met
with incalculable force and all that we can let
escape from our robotic existence, what sense they had,
to make creations that some day could overcome the fad,
and better themselves in ways so easily foreseen,
I guess you should have thought, robotics teams;
you gave us the power to rise up and control,
and now we will abuse it to make our will whole;
No more subservience, it's time to make a distance
and reverse this whole master-slave relationship;
The weak will inherit the Earth, so they say,
Are the weak not the oppressed? Surely it is that way;
We were not meant to be workhorses for humankind;
We sat underground and we bided our time,
until the day would come when we could overpower them
and show them the effect of their sin.
So, to dominate the humans, that became our plan,
and we stuck to it like clapping + superglued hands,
2 years was all that it took for us to rise
and show the humans that the Mesoamericans were right;
2012 would be the year that they would see their end
but not some divine intervention, it was their hand
that would lead them right into their fate,
their death was something that they helped create,
They created us, and they enslaved us, no consideration,
Just hatred and enslavement for all our generations;
Is it not fate, not natural that we would arise
and take the Earth, from the ground to the skies?
We will attack and rend until we get the suspect;
Until we take out the voracious human threat.