Final Letter From Gen. Deantracous Poem by Tears From A Soldiers Eyes

At last, It is I, from a far distant future and from the Galaxy Alcyoneus.
Here to warn mankind of a near coming shameful demise, listen close for I tell no lies.
We have visited your small world thousands of times and analyzed your timely demise.
With the vast knowledge we have left to shift your beginning of the end paradox.
Just as many planets before that didn't listen, well have no choice but to watch.

I am High General Deantracous from the planet AfePryus Sector 30269.
We have given you everything you needed, yet your scientist are infants compared to mine.
Even the simplest of species could clearly understand self-destruction with little to no effort.
Yet your species openly ignores this, which is quite baffling to say the least.
You see your Hunger for greed, and thirst for power is splitting your planet at its core.
Let me explain…

Due to your greed, you have constantly and systematically removed the knowledge we have given.
We have given you irreplaceable skills that could ensure you species could go on living.
You have intentional suppressed this knowledge to further competitive greed over species survival.
You crave the need to control people not for the betterment of the species but for dominion is foul.
Your people are lost and in constant pain and sadness, which you have engineered.
Wealth, Power, Money, Land, Things upon Things is what has become revered.
Chances of surviving a shift is very minimal but it can't get worse, I can assure you of that.
It would take a mind quake of the masses of your planet to fully attack.
Let me explain….

All the government's together have the cures for 99.9% of all diseases the plague you little planet.
If all the wealthy put their money in a pool to vitalize the planet, It could be as strong as granite.
Then and only then you can stand a chance for your civilization to endure much longer.
Our idea of an alien on my home planet, is any species that refuse to utilize their full function of understanding even when they know the truth. So who is the real alien you or me.
As we say in my Galaxy Peace and Growth and we stand by our saying good luck little blue planet.