fauxcroft

There’s a a whole new plain of existence that we don’t know

In the cosmic dimensions where dark matter flows,

And because it lays beyond our ken on the realms of the unknown

We dismiss this all and say we’re all alone,

That’s the trouble with how we live, we believe what we are told

Their is more than we know and I believe they’re ancient souls,

Who used to guard and guide us many centuries ago

But for reasons only known to them they left us alone to grow,

Did they think we were capable or did they just give up

Realising all we know to do it destroy and to kill burn and cut.