[The Creator] Stupid you are And went too far We know, how human race will die Big flaming sword of doom will split the sky Will be too late To change your fate And there will be nowhere to run In July of Two Thousand Sixty One In the sky you will see Prophet of the end You will know it’s the time For the human race to bend I will tell you where we are from There will be no time left to cry When prophet of the end will come Earth will die But you still have time to change your fate What will happen, depends of you You need to forget about your hate You have to To give you Earth It was a mistake So wonderful was our aim From Zeta Reticuli here we came Now I will leave Better believe: We’re no demons, we’re creators Of foolish human race inventors In the sky you will see Prophet of the end You will know it’s the time For the human race to bend
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