I look above to the stars and wonder,

What are the goddesses planning for us now?

Will they wipe our slate clean,

Reviving the earth of our scars,

Or perhaps this was how we were suppose to act,

Instead of good and light, their dark,

Wishing us all ill, wanting us to turn on each other,

Sitting above watching our moves,

Who will give in first?

Who will lose?

Maybe they gave up,

Seeing their cause was rubbish,

They let the world run amuck,

Running here, racing there,

Oh what do those sly goddesses and gods have planned for us?