Behind the placid mask of the starlit cosmos
or underneath the messy stars
scattered on the canvas of night
victim of the vision
of suspicious forms skulking in the sky
They came, and will come again
Them, the unknown, the
aboard their huge spaceships
Perhaps are we only a subspecie,
an uncommon subject of
experiences on earth's vast laboratory?
Many humans have ever been kidnapped and examined
Are they the odd gods
our ancestors once revered?
The sowers of our primitive civilizations?
Or merely witnesses of our self-destruction?
probably paced the earth
from a pole to the other ...
What lecagy remains of them
on this huninged sphere?
made us believe we were
the only life form in the Universe
To me, it's crystal clear we are not...
alloys of flesh and synthetic matters
with our prosthesis and implants
environment to sterilize it
Qui sait si nous ne sommes pas des monstres
nous qui distillons nos emotions pour les
Those interdimensional travellers
May be afraid of our madness.
Only when they'll land to stay
shall we at last
realise the truth....