Ibid
What we are sailing into was predetermined.
It is not our fault.
We are stupid and alien to this mat we call earth.
Not very long ago.... there were creatures, feeling normal, having 4 legs
We are an alien race; deposited here by chance and time.
We are temporary and soon forgotten
With
All
Of
Our toys
Beliefs
And
Production
Rotting
Into
The
Next
Archeological
Dig
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