Element 151

Satellites are falling to the ground

The trusting don't make a sound

What are we here for?

There are lights in the sky

Brightly flashing in patterns

(Mr. Lazio was so right)

The horizon is filled with strobes of light

The auroras create a different night

Losing touch with our sense of fear

This is your vision of splendor, a loss of feel

This isn't human, I know this can't be human

The ulterior are here

The world is in an uproar

Oblivious to warnings

That are embroidered by the media

(Mr. Lazio was so right)

The horizon is filled with strobes of light

The auroras create a different night

Losing touch with our sense of fear

This is your vision of splendor, a loss of feel

This isn't human, I know this can't be human

Will they devour our world whole,

Or spit it out because of the wretched taste?

The horizon is filled with strobes of light

The auroras create a different night

Losing touch with our sense of fear

This is your vision of splendor, a loss of feel

The emotion arrived, disappears from what once was home