Written in stone long ago.
Even Mayans tried to show it so.
The satellites that naturally circle.
Ones before satellites embedded with gold and purple.
They bear messages of any new dawn.
Sending in a code for man to spawn.
Worlds, ideas, plans of sorts.
To further holding down those mankind forts.
This game is not only of bloodsport.
Sacrifice of the longer play, not just the short.
The master and giants that be, are simply planetary.
Before man-made satellite, satellite made mankind.
Hopefully knowing this there will now be more peace to find.
Electric Icarus Project 