Intergalactic Plight
Hurtling though stardust
Upon an intergalactic ship
Comprised of organic life
Intelligent beings await us
Unbeknownst to humanity
Our demise is near
Thrust upon an interstellar stage
We are at beck and call for other beings
Life will soon be gone from this planet
No god can save humanity
From these beings' plight
We shall be thrown across the sky
Fear embodies soon to be dead life forms
Screams muted in the vacuum of space
Simple deletion from the universe
No god can save us
We are useless to interstellar beings
Death nears us as we hurtle closer
Pass desolate planets
Already ravaged by otherworldly life forms
Alien beings will destroy us all
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