When we are sailing free
From our Eternity
Our lessons are guilt-free
As can be;
As we manipulate time
Along our very spine
We end up just fine
Along our timeline!

Shifting through time
Keeps us all aligned;
And as we burgeon with the chime
Of the unadulterated spine
We become sublime
To our rhythm and our rhyme
That we already were online!
Bless the timeline!

Wi-fi
In the sky
Pre-dominates the eye.
We must therefore scry
And know why
We have to say good-bye
To all that we purposefully lie;
We never had to die!

Our Guardian Races
Are implementing tracers
To complete the human erasers.
We are filled with filament spacers.
Let’s give Graces
To the interminable Races!
We are the Displacers!

If you have no gratitude
You have no health,
No wealth;
Only stealth.