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