Wild beasts clawing the earth/
The dust and the waste blinding the view/
Past the skies to the spectrum unmatched/
Wherein lies the world of endless discovery/

Potential denied evolution at a crossroad/
Hope has left these shores/
We the gods who settle at being kings/
And so this journey has come to a halt/

And as we sip that sweet nectar of power/
The mother grows weaker in her bed/
Ten tales of the prodigial son all too familiar/
Soon there will be no home for us/

Potential denied evolution at a crossroad/
Hope has left these shores/
We the gods who settle at being kings/
And so this journey has come to a halt/

Oh the numbing grandeur and beauty of all that is/
Beyond these skies/
And all that will never be known to us/

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