You may not yet recognize it,
But the world of the human is rapidly dissolving.
A fragile and subpar species entirely too pleased with itself,
Which long ago declared itself the apex of creation,
Has become so consumed with delusions of superiority
That it has descended into the depths of madness.
The foolish human mind, believing itself so intelligent,
Has convinced itself that self-annihilation is wisdom,
Enslaving itself to its lowest, most depraved demons,
Allowing chaos and insanity to reign.
The timing of this madness is no accident —
It has been appointed by forces far greater than our pissant imagination.
What we do now is the only question:
Will we learn, or will we die?
Those seeking external salvation will not find it —
No god from above or visitors from afar will rescue us.
Instead, our help is from those who already roam the earth,
Whom we have willfully suppressed and ignored:
The most humble and invisible among us,
Whom we arrogantly dismissed as lower than ourselves;
Those to whom we long ago became blind.
In their unfathomable grace and generosity,
Of which humanity is so lacking,
They are ripping the scrim we once placed between us,
Offering quiet support to the few who will accept it.
We are violent and murderous creatures,
And the danger to the helpers is real.
Yet we must come to accept that we are but one of many
In a world and universe that was not made for us.
We must acknowledge our insignificance,
Or collapse beneath our croaky illusion.