Congregating on the surface Flourishing and satisfied Mere centuries separating eras of agriculture and cold fusion propulsion The chain reaction of revelations Exponentially we progressed Grandchildren of the bucolic now inhabiting the moon Ceremoniously embracing the plight of Icarus While we marinate in our own self-indulgent fantasies Obtuse labyrinths sprawl atop the thin crust of our planet Over-extending into the sands of Luna Extracting fuel from deep beneath As if our resources were limitless This renaissance will not stand We have awakened something sinister The substrates of our error strewn in ruin Mocking history as we build our spires Laying foundations upon their graves Unintentionally calling into the void of space While the true horrors have already encapsulated us A terrarium on the shelf of nefarious gods Existing in some dark symbiosis The time of ungracious tenancy has run it's course This ignorant presence is no longer welcome The keepers have come to collect