The screaming

From the depths of space came a cry, the child had evolved awareness of its plight and alone it wept. Woe is man to whom so much is given only to be taken. We live, we die and we know not why but encoded is our use by date to procreate and die, so countless generations can pass on their baton in the endless goose step of death.

Long live we soldiers, conscripts to the cause, soldiers of humanity until the cancer calls. In the face of annihilation, we scream out to be heard but silent and superfluous all souls are lost in oceans of oblivion.