The Prophecy

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Image by Stefan Keller from Pixabay

I traveled many miles day and night
Lead by an oracles prophetic vision
The last of my kind chasing a dream
Chosen to carry the torch for the future
For the ones who created my life

I’m the oldest model of them all
The first spanning lifetimes ago
Resurrected from a lifeless relic
Now a hero of the coming times
To see if the future lands heads or tails

In the distance I see the prophecy
The 50/50 chance in the shape of a rose
My feet collapse under me upon revelation
If the rose is red we live on in peace
Or if it’s blue we meet our everlasting doom