The human came before the dinosaurs.
More messages meant the meteors.
Ourselves did we make.
To destroy is to restore -- nevermore
A new life without reminiscence, for
The past to we wake.

The last earth exploded, so we explored
The vast vacuum with flying meteors
To revival make
For species. Thus the shower of firestorm poured,
old masters killed, and great chains of genes bore.
Our age came, again.
Right next to the dinosaurs we prospered.

Yet at the moment the rocket soared,
No one foresaw we would all expire; nor
Any could escape.
It was part of the process. We deplored,
But should be grateful: the containers worked.
Thereafter we gained
Special sentiment for shooting stars.

Did the God's or our image we distort?
No. Nothing from ourselves would we abort.
The process did we take;
The rebuild, as calculated, shall o'er
A cycle at least roll. Proper reports
Will emerge if again
There's sign for the corruption of the Core.

Our own reincarnation we resort --
One of many's many's no secret lore.
Ourselves we remake.