Void

Floating space-junks and flying cats
A trail of shooting star, ring of a million rocks
The mystery of unknown facts
Searching for a single key, to a thousand locks
The very answer to our calling
The divinity in void
An ambient exploit

Metal space hangars, seeking for emancipation
Pushing agendas to outer space
Mental war mongers, rooting for annihilation
No referendum for human race
With gravity, hope is falling
Humility is void
Only robots deployed

Rocket ship is out of fuel, all experiments aborted
We are the common enemy, of ourselves
clumsy, rugged, dying mule, all options extorted
a closet to infinite worlds and starry shelves
The dystopia is appalling
Humanity is void
All chances devoid

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