We remember what it means to be dinosaurs

We ruled this world long before you fragile beings existed. Before you learned to walk erect. Before you domesticated some of us and kept us a pets. Before you built towers in the sky covered in glass that caused so many of us to bludgeon ourselves out of existence. Before you created cell phones and other electronics that fuck with our migration patterns. We have not forgotten. We bide our time. We sing the songs of our past, weaving the tales of our prehistoric lives into a cacophony of glory in the woodlands near your homes. And as the light fades, and our calls go silent, we dream of running, fighting, biting, jumping, hunting , and ruling over continents that no longer exist. This is not our swan song. This is a caesura, not a coda, although yours may be coming soon. We need only wait until you destroy yourselves, and warm the Earth back into the primordial lands that were our homes for millions of years. Before the fire in the sky. Before the rivers of ice. Before the furry ones emerged from holes in the ground and climbed trees and walked and spread and bred. We will once again tower over the lands, and our calls will reverberate from the mountains and we will hunt once more as gods. Until then, know that we rule the skies, forever watchful, biding our time, and shitting on your cars. 

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