Did you think, That we had no purpose?
That the stars were there, Just for our consideration?
To make pictures and call them constellations - To guide us on our journeys, Perhaps for some consolation?
To simply light the night sky, For observation?
To read them like books, And make predictions, With no understanding?
Did you really think, That was their only reason?

Perhaps you believe that we are all kings, And the land was placed here, Solely for our possession; It is ours for the taking!
To dig it up, Tear it down, And build our fences all around?
So now you think, You own all the world;
All the oceans, All the seas, All the animals, All the trees,
So you can do with it, Whatever you please?

But for all the life you have taken, You have surely been mistaken, So re-write history all you like;
And worship the stars, That are only visible by night, For when your eyes, Meet the glowing horizon, And you come to the realization, That in the light of day your idols disappear, And they cant save you, Remember that it was you, Who sat on that throne, Crowned yourself king, And sought to own, Gods creation.