The stars lay on path/a spiral/toward black holes while the Angels of Venus wage
war against the Wolves of Mars for the Throne of Earth yet no earthling exist
to understand or decide the outcome and Creatures from Andromeda have
tried to speak to me but the sounds are in nebula where I can not smell things
I grow weary my teeth are dull from battle with my own kind and with angels I
want to be beside earthlings and listen to the Creatures but I was built on
Earth in iron forests where no earthlings exist and it is all countable by
resources where minds can not be spent
we are inevitable
galaxies are inevitable
Genesis has failed us
