Looking down on man,
sorry, small, secular race,
pity the fool who earns his mistakes,
walk away from those unable to feel Gods embrace.
A blip in a black vacuum,
a sphere suspended by dark matter,
your desperate search,
for something that matters.
any chance of loving future.
An alien race, would pass us by,
our singular idea of reality existence,
a depressing existence,
our forefathers ingrained in the land.
A land worked hard,
depleted of precious metals,
beaten and betrayed,
earth is now lost.
Sent into space,
hoping to find everlasting happiness,
just another lie,
our leaders deny,
as they dwell on unimportant matter.