The Progenitor

Hearts
we must must learn ourselves through a chaotic universe.
The deck we must tread carefully
around the barren wasteland of our lost in space.
We must decree the end of our specie; might be the beginning...

of the progenitor.

Time, won't stop for man.
But perhaps it will stop for us.
When we removed the cog from their machine thought.

The night that watches over, a mother to stars above.

She who watches over us, still the unknowns lurk. 
Dark universe to read, with lights of stars
all along across the galaxy freed, worked.

To germinate this universe with her seed.
One must be alone from all other attacks.

Just a remnant of an artificial dream, becoming one with a synthetic sea.

That we won't be born in this desert.
Somehow we will survive in their hearts and minds, as what we will become.