Freezing to the core of its being; its
Heart: broken, pulseless, with the only doubt:
The fact it's walking. Somehow breathing as
If it were one of you. Such a slick spy.
Looking for your weaknesses so it can
Beat you in the fateful apocalypse
You can smell it. The sun is burning it
Like fire to wood. Enchanting ruin.
Sooner or later you'll become like... her?
Or not as you all will never notice
the day we all participate in the...
World War MMXCVII where we will
Be invisible... and might time travel.
If they don't kill each other off by then.
Unless, of course, the time will come when this
Humanity itself realizes the
Constant wrong it's been doing and turn their
Mess-age into something beautiful there-
for this test will be their testimony.
This surviving corpse will never bequeath
Nor share her experiences with them.
For they will mess it up as usual.
