Kingless Machine

A kingless machine that-
Fires on automatic.
Essence of an ancient;
Screams of a heretic.
Tyranny on the Rhine;
Blood is money well spent.
There's politics and rhyme,
And zealots that repent.
Weaving a cloak of lace-
Erotic love and men.
Perception wears a face-
Of the clocks there and then.
Slaying bishops with w****s-
Death is human nature.
Turning, grinding, spinning;
Measuring and striking.
Cylinders of black sand-
Melting bullets of gold.
No cease fires or sieges,
It's Senecas’ stronghold.
A kingless machine that-
Keeps breathing and burning.