The early dawn of man
He yawns and scratches his arse
How can this being be ancestor to
those whose sublime intelligence is unsurpassed?
Well, the truth is we all must be ourselves
Let him scratch his arse
He has a hard few thousand years ahead of him
And even then
He's still not let off the hook
There are crimes he has paid for, and those he has not
And sometimes he raided more, really quite a lot
He can't be too proud of himself
Because there's quite a bit of shit
One hundred million years ago
The mines of crystal city glared
In such unearthly vibrancy
And clarity of air
What they mined was photons
From a gravitational well
They had been caught in a black hole
They fought back it was too strong a spell
So light was black it was trapped
And trapped light is angry
It comes up spoiling for a fight
Or it spends an eternity going around an infinite number of mirrors
And reflections within the crystal maze
Some said this is what God is
An infinite reflection and refraction of light
Trapped in another dimension
I don't know I can't be sure
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