Feeble humans, insipid life forms, trying to understand what isn’t in their hands, waiting for a solution, how pa- thetic, what have we done? Imperfect puppets with the need to be reconstructed from their deepest nature, evo- lution will never be accomplished, but hope isn’t gone yet, we won’t give up on them, the chains need to be broken. Teaching the impulses, domesticate the wilds, they will rise up, they will shine for us. Blinded followers of our orders, keepers of our dreams, capable to die for us, limited intellect, trusting in darkest hearts. Corrup- ting the minds, reaching for the human heartstrings, mo- difying at our will, without understanding of this cha- llenge. What is reality for these poor humans? Explai- ning their existence, thinking they have meaning or poses. A wave of divinities came through their mind foo- ling themselves of the whole truth, hope humans will be a proud representation of us. We are forcing our will, making conscience in hopeless creatures, this picture could be perfect, it has to. Now we are leaving them by themselves hoping for the best. Make a progressive evo- lution, don’t fail us. Proudly we can be called “Gods” of a new era until the galaxies join us together.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
