If we are alone, we’ve been hiding away from outer space
But if we aren’t alone, they’ll find our hidden bit of space

The time is coming, the earth soon unwiring
Fire and lightning rumbles down, down upon all the ground
The same ground that hosts the very thing killing it
It seems that the key to both greatness and terror has once again been used on not greatness
But terror
The sky flashes as all of everything you have ever loved, hated, and known, turns into ashes
Bombs rain from above as corpses fill the ground below
Yet, we still look up, at our impending doom
Just to watch one final firework

There was once a world,
It was filled with turmoil and burned,
sure wasn’t pretty from what I’ve heard,
until the humans arrived as a timely herd.

Building many a wooden castle,
hunting and gathering for a borderless travel,
toiling and tilling for the prize of a cattle,
sweating and smelting for they were worthy of a muscle.
When they grew food, the world breathed happy.

Three pounds of a brainy miracle,
launching many civilizations in a circle,
getting a man on the moon by flying like an eagle,
When they sought new future, the world dazzled in their presence.

I find this tribe is starting to drift,
causing many a rift,
perhaps going back to their roots of borderless travel and mutual admiration,
may become their ultimate gift.
Oh, wait I am part of them,
let me be that human today.
The world can look pretty like before.