Feeble humans Insipid life forms Trying to understand what isn't in their hands, waiting for a solution, How pathetic, What have we done? Imperfect puppets With the need to be reconstructed from their deepest nature, Evolution 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. Corrupting the minds, reaching for the human heartstrings, Modifying at our will, Without understanding of this challenge. What is reality for these poor humans? Explaining their existence, Thinking they have meaning or purpose. A wave of divinities came through their mind fooling 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 evolution, don't fail us. Proudly we can be called "Gods" of a new era Until the galaxies join us together.