Alien Conspiracy Theory

Nature will inevitably change into a form of mass indistinguishable from what we know today. Mounds of dirt exposed by the burrowing of subterranean life surround me. A terrarium of glass houses us and protects us from the death of a star. Are all of these people ignorant to this truth? Can this all be for real? Or am I the only holder of this knowledge? Buzzing cars only deplete this wonder of its power. Dogs and humans alike glide across asphalt in futile attempts to remove the pains of middle-class life. We are no longer in control here. We are propped on a string by a helpless joker trying to complete the circle of life. It all ends now. A weather torn table stands atop an island of cement while ducks float on what should be ponds of ice. Old growth or new can it make a man sour? A Mexican on a bike couldn't tell me the answer, so why is he here? Piles of dirt coated in the illusion of life, no one knowing that under the surface is what you put to the curb last time the truck came around. Mechanical life will one day replace what is all around us. Trees with government funded eyes. Grass with CIA infiltrated ears. It all starts here. It all ends in a tower amidst a world of self destruction. Fallen as the atomic bomb shows its true colors.