Rise And Fall Of Man
May we be of a species
Of intelligence
To join upon this new intel
Of life
We glide through sounds
And we search for what is anon
May we be of a intel
Searching for new life through the
Extinction of Man
We make haste at meet's end
But we of a new niche of life
Founded upon blood, steel, and power
This new colony is new and fertile with hate
As time goes by, technology advances at a fast rate
Many ask the question "What have we created?"
To others
And others ask "How can we advance on this land?"
The answer to the questions were answered
As the colonists began to play God
But the foolishness of man has now been realized
As the new life began to exterminate many
Life once new had been burned away by their own creation
Man has met its end on this land
As it rose to the pinnacle of life
Soon to be cast away forever in bloodshed and rubble
Forever exiled into the dark abyss.
Never to see the light of day ever again.
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