Resurrection of the ancient prophecies,

so much to happen, so much to learn.

We might be part of an endangered species.

What will happen when the ancient wheels turn?

Enclosed in light with the holy ghost,

fly high, speak with a heavenly host.

Space bound flight, we will fly.

we wont grow wings, mind power.

Soon the truth will no longer be denied.

These time are getting bitter and sour.

Humble terrestrials will soon intervene,

for now I focus my eyes off this scene.

I hear of star gates and reptilians,

still I focus on the oneness inside.

I would prefer to meet an arcturian,

hearts so bright they never hide.

In lost words and insanity this could be false,

that doesn't matter, either way we're breaking down the walls.

Distrust, disrespect, hate, corruption and insanity.

Love, light, kindness and oneness, everything balanced under this galactical canopy.