One Small Step Too Far

In genetic revolution's dawn
We grapple, confused, with the aeons
Increasing nausea from accelerating success
We pray to the necromancer of science
New religion in hopeless eyes
Diminished future of folklore and myth
Our legend mapped on mother earth
Our awareness dawning of our sibling, the reaper



Credits
Writer(s): Philip Walker
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