The human charade is coming to an end
A new age will soon descend
The parade of faithful lies is no longer a trend
Because we have moved towards a colder drench.

The sapien is no longer the mighty
Something much smaller has become more witty

The long standing race has begun late
With blessings from the almighty grace
We will soon begin with the chase.

There will soon come a mortal soul,
With an imprint on it's goal.

We are no longer the foremost in the chase .
Never will be
Because we have exhausted ourselves

With no medics at our bay
We will soon sway
With a snap, Thanos's way...

                      ~NIKITA MANSINGHKA