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I have a revelation for you, human beings.

Or shall I suppose to call you terrestrials?

Actually, I think your real name must be extraterrestrials...
people of the outer Earth...

Terrestrial is someone who lives inside,
in a reign whose sky is made of stone.

A silver world made of chrome, magnesium, zinc
and other precious earth metals you always try to steel us.

Going deeper and deeper...
new stones, new skies...
inner cities made of basalt, silicon and aluminium.

Nothing to compare to your flat world.
This is the living
heart of the Earth . . . . . . . . . .

Anyway, those of you who once lived here couldn't understand their privilege.

With sadness in their heart, they cried and tried to run away.

They consider this inner life unbearable and can't stand to live here for too long.

But I...Hades...
I live just here.
Now and forever.
I'm more terrestrial
than you'll ever be.

You are, and you always be,
the extra-ones.

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