A Calculated Effort

To cull the weak, the strong must be removed Abducted/Discarded/Rendered useless By whatever means required - Nothing is sacred in our eyes We leave only those who will follow, but oblivious to where, without questioning Your kind has always been in plague proportions And must be contained, It is a calculated effort to guide the future For it must be carefully structured There is order to all we do Nothing random... Nothing left to chance We are the architects of this existence you revel in Without our guidance, you would not exist You owe all to us without even knowing, You are not all equal, therefore a balance must be enforced It is our responsibility, the weak must outnumber the strong Your kind would never commit to such actions Yet it's necessity is obvious Our actions are etched in history Past, Present, Future, Our actions wide reaching Our brethren stretch across time Our brethren creating the world you know We worship our actions only; Not your false idols We are mortal, yet our purpose is not We are autonomous, yet linked for efficiency Our motives are clear We are the next step in the evolutionary process And you are our life's work.