Behind the placid mask of the starlit cosmos
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or underneath the messy stars
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scattered on the canvas of night
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Someone is victim of the vision
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of suspicious forms skulking in the sky
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They came, and will come again
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Them, the unknown, the alien,
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aboard their huge spaceships
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Illuminating infinity
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Perhaps are we only a subspecie,
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an uncommon subject of scientific
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experiences on earth's vast laboratory?
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Many humans have ever been kidnapped and examined
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Are they the odd gods our ancestors once revered?
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The sowers of our primitive civilizations?
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Or merely witnesses of our self-destruction?
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They have probably paced the earth
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from a pole to the other ...
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What lecagy remains of them
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on this huninged sphere?
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Our ridiculous selfishness
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made us believe we were
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the only life form in the Universe
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To me, it's crystal clear we are not...
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Cyborgs we already are
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alloys of flesh and synthetic matters
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Half-robots, half-humans
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with our prosthesis and implants
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Polluting our environment to sterilize it
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Qui sait si nous ne sommes pas des monstres
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nous qui distillons nos emotions pour les vendre?
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Those interdimensional travellers
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May be afraid of our madness.
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Only when they'll land to stay
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shall we at last realise the truth....
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Behind The Placid Mask Of The Starlit Cosmos
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| Blinded By Faith |
