Something overcame Asteria
Whilst on her infiltrating find
On the lookout for a neighbourhood
When we leave this one behind
Two hundred years was all it took
For us to make our homestead ill
Scouring and devouring
Destructive poisoning at will
Maybe a far-off alien life
Who came and looked at us down here
Said “that’s enough they’re far too rough
We must ensure they don’t come near
Spies living here among us
In deepest seas or forests spread
Sending dire warning messages
“Beware creators of the dead”
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