2.) Two - The Antecessors Poem by Ricky Lewis

A voice from the artifact shrieks to the earth
A beck and call, a tale of glorious birth
A prophecy offered, a world under threat
Begins a campaign with no regret
Spoke the machine, simple and stern
The welcome overstayed,
and our world shall burn

Millennia ago, though still a mystery
a primordial creature ventured from his tree
Visited by a great monolith from the firmament
His existence solely granted by the determinant
Whose presence on this fertile soil proved grievous
Now controlled by the great cosmic fetus

Though by accident his existence
Was both circumstance and coincidence
The visitors were led to believe
This animal as a threat they could not conceive
Unperturbed this creature lives on in its domain
So for now their subsistence shall remain

But foolishly they leave behind
Artifacts that this man shall find
As evidence of what it becomes
They'll build their kingdoms

Reminiscent of fathers they’ve yet to know
Soon their power will endlessly grow
Though ancestors remember so clearly
To the memory they cling so dearly
Inspires the future to develop and suture
Wounds they inflict to themselves