God
GOD
Old ones
Planet seeders
They got us all started
Then they left
They put a box in out heads
So that we could keep in touch
Just pray in any religion
And receive beneficience
Still, it's lonely...
Or...
They are too far away
And can't hears us anymore
Copyright © Jackson James | Year Posted 2019
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