Of this Earth,
we are never to return,
and we do not really care any longer,
for it is burned,
scorched Earth by the will of man,
empty of humanity,
in all its stupid plans,
for it was split in two,
by meteors,
and the showers of the damned,
raining bombs upon the ground,
with almighty explosions,
flashes,
and inhuman sounds.
For this is the end,
and of the beginning anew,
flowing out of death into space,
and the future too,
and with everyone left,
heading to somewhere new,
the stars do shine so bright,
do shine so bright,
for the glorious few,
and in being alive,
humanity,
in its wonder,
and in its splendour,
it is transcended,
from the ashes of the old,
into the reformation of the new.
