An Incoming Asteroid
You have come...to stalk...to prey...to understand our ways...you astroid that comes ever so closer without a moments notice,
Our scientists try to understand you...hopefully breaking your code that you hold so dearly to your cold heart,
I wish and hope you will not hit us...will not destroy us...that you make your pass just by us,
The moon should know...it's exterior hit hundreds of thousands of times in an effort go shield us...oh asteroid why.
Do the religions of the world have to pray you away...belief in their higher powers making you turn and run from your own dreaded face,
Turn and run oh astroid you...falling from the heavens into a space two hundred twenty two thousand miles from us,
Closest you have ever come...I know your brothers have made it here before...they changed our ways,
But you...why don't you just keep on traveling...your presence is scaring our kids...our ancestors see you in their dreams from six feet under.
No matter what we say...you still hover closer...ever so inching your dreaded existence towards our planet,
Thru say you will miss us...just slightly...but I think your effect will be known...gravitational pull you will have on us,
We will feel it...and satellites more assuringly will be interrupted by it...just promise to tread lightly on our atmosphere,
Although it's slightly ridiculous to think that you will have no effect on us...the tides will rise...environment raise your flag.
The question I must ask is where you come from...what part of what universe do you originate,
But the real question is what planet did you fall from...quasar or supernova collapse maybe...a black hole belch,
The reasons for your visits have already been told in Einstein's unknown theory on his death bed,
Time and all it's structuring...equivalent perfection of exact measurements from the beginning...doesn't matter though...your here now.
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