Old Man Gloom Canto De Santos
Gas cloud burning through the sky
Language we can't hear
"We are coming, you all will die
You were right to live in fear
We've been watching and we think
You'd be better suited
As feral pigs or frogs to teach
Or lab rats to test pharmaceuticals"
No more watching
No more waiting
Intervening
They are coming
A whole new world of their design
We are only livestock
Ants beneath the feet of gods
They do not hear us
They make our children loving pets
While ornate trophies of our heads
Adorn the walls, impress the guests
They had no need for the rest
They are coming
