The Food of Gods

The Milky Way is millions of pastures Earth is one of many being tended We’re but cattle living for our masters Our purpose we haven’t comprehended Bred and manipulated our species From the beginning our own DNA Altered to create an alien series For food and labor, then taken away They created our religious belief They’re our Gods and Demons, our nightly spooks A type of monkey we were, with no grief Now, when we state our fate, we’re labeled kooks They enabled us to create our state But we’re the food of Gods, make no mistake