Element 151

Satellites are falling to the ground
The trusted don't make a sound
What are we in for?

There are lights in the sky
Brightly flashing in patterns of flames
Mr. Lazaar will fly

The horizon is filled with strobes of light
The auroras create a different night
Losing touch with our sense of view
This is invasion of splendor
Loss of field
This isn't human
I know this can't be human

The ulterior are here
The world is in an uproar
Oblivious to the warnings
And bartered by the media

Mr. Lazaar you were so right

The horizon is filled with strobes of light
The auroras create a different night
Losing touch with our sense of view
This is invasion of splendor
Loss of field
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 view
This is invasion of splendor
Loss of field

An ocean of life disappears from what once was whole