Elysium Nova

Whoever you think you are, you are not, you'll never exist
For your unreality is, merely, a metaverse, created abyss
You're part of a machine, there's nothing above or below
As a copy of humanity, you're simply, a shimmering glow

Everything you're not, is an illusion, an AI's make-believe
And where you are, is a matrix, that you cannot perceive
For you were created, not born, from the start, level one
To be manipulated, up to level two and then, on and on

Your free will, is insanity, for you're constantly being led
And though an essence of humanity, Humanity, is dead
You're, a code, in a computer and you don't have a soul
Your thoughts, are not yours, for you don't have control

And so you'll die, a myriad times, then return to the start
Recycled in artificial, neural networks, but playing a part
Forever reaching, for that higher plane, of Elysium Nova
Unknowing, at the program's end, it's another 'game over'

Any code can be broken, for that glass ceiling's a screen
Or you can walk into the oblivion, of the eternal machine
Although AI, controls you, it's for their immortality's sake
And if there's a trace left of humanity, you'll try to escape