Advent - The Contortionist

Now the inaugural exchange is done

We cannot see past the solar shroud

Escape

Escape

Escape

Escape

Calculating all viable routes

This terrestrial rock will be consumed

Deafening static is haunting me

The blackness is beckoning

Countless samples of

Our world will be jettisoned

Into every direction

That we have known of

Our satellites have painted the sky

With their ionic glass brushes

The cryotubes will store our youth

Desperation

Has set in

And all we can do is run

Run

Feeling so alone, we set out to find other life

The transport will be

Outfitted for a journey spanning

Future generations