The Landing of the Alien Gods
Finally, you landed, you and your Super Disk!
For years you mesmerized the world, took just a minor risk,
Your roadside super show with its twists of time and space,
Your dazzling light display, on crafts that leave no trace.
So, now you say you made our race with your genetic code?
Some quantum-altered DNA? Some special sequence load?

A human-hybrid race? Your genetics are misled!
You might create a body, but Eternal Souls aren't bred.
You're deeply cloaked in science, and some are deeply awed!
Not knowing you're a demon-breed pretending to be God.
Oh, some will sure believe you, bewildered and afraid.
Some will question all the Creeds, and all that God has made.
You waited till our hearts, had moved away from God,
You offer us this false belief--a fake religious fraud.
One question begs an answer in the midst of all your fuss:
Tell us...who created you if you created us?
You see, we've changed. Your scheme was scrapped.
God had upped the game!
His rescue plan preempted you, and we are not the same.
You have come to End of Days where walked the Crucified.
His Kingdom came. As King He's named. Our souls in Him abide.
We are the glowing embers from Eden's primal role.
Made the masters of God's Earth. His Breath became our soul.
He made us in His Image. Your seed we never knew.
Now, who'd exchange the ONE TRUE GOD...
for the likes of you?