Extinction: Not all the human animals made it through. In fact, it must be realized that...
One minute error and our bodies collapse
The rocks and the soil are jealous we hath
The Godsend, our vessels, all delicate-made
The gas in the cosmos has envied our frame
Bodies recycle, and rocks will ascend
As bodies before us, lest ever an end
We're lost on how we got here, futile to begin
Continue our place in someone else's labyrinth