A Calculated Effort

To cull the weak

The strong must be removed

Abducted, discarded, rendered useless

Using whatever means required

Nothing is sacred in our eyes

We leave only those who will follow

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 the existence you revel in

Without our guidance you would not exist

You owe everything 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 never would commit to such actions

Yet its 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 think you know

We worship only our actions

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 this evolution process

You are our life's work