Standing upon the cratered surface My eyes observe your world Through my crystal lense I watch your planet die
Your gods are dead and gone And if you follow their dark path You all are soon to join them
I have seen it all Watched you fall into darkness Over and over again Now all becomes eclipsed
Your gods' wrath was their undoing And soon it will be yours If you stay on their darkened path And wage your mindless wars
I'm but a captive fan (of humankind) From the city of the moon But I come with a warning (beware) Of approaching doom
Leave your gods behind And you will save mankind Separate the hate From your pride Let the heavens rot And focus on the earth And you will see your world For what it's truly worth
Sincerely, The Observer
What would aliens say to us if they were to communicate? Probably not this, but it would be cool if they did, and cooler if we listened.