One human who now Knows our perspective. Through some strange quirk, He shares the mentality That we call our own. He shall save what he hears For posterity, and for those Who study mythology, Which we belong in, being just Living nightmares. In futurity, When we can no longer endure Our frustrating fate, When imagination is considered The tool of the deluded, And creativity expires for good, The last of us shall return From where we came. But we shall still prowl your dreams, As we always have, Until your species ends, Because dreams die only With the humans that carry them.
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