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Oct 2014
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.
Xan Abyss
Written by
Xan Abyss  Palm Springs, CA
(Palm Springs, CA)   
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