The strange pan-dimensional aliens
carried something called the spooky distance projector.
With it they made a doppleganger world.
except the dopplegangers were scared,cold
and clueless
so they built babylon(UR) again.
As expected.
These were the elites
they were the chosen,
everybody else went to 4th density
towards family,love and good.
these elites did someting else
and wound up here,they can build and they can plow.
It'll be fun.
Hopefully this time the worst of them
wouldn't wind up on top.
Maybe this time they wouldn't worship gods,
especially gods of blood and pain
or images and rituals.
It is always hoped they will grab hold
of the strangeness and love it
without worshipping it.
Who knows?
But its always a surprise.
And everybody loves surprises.
or so the story goes.
Author notes
cool contest,thinkers are what we need
A contest entry
- thinkers, i want thinkers by HpWICKEDangel.
900 points, ended November 11, 2008, 5 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
