Psalm of the Formicidites of the Gliese 221 System

Mother of us, queen of us, we live to serve you
Your mission is clear: more room to breed
So we travel far and wide searching for indeed
Each day hundreds of eggs are laid, while we the few
Who have survived in the emptiness of space renew
Our faith that one day we shall have home and feed
Sufficient for our numbers to survive, a need
So great we continue until we no longer can go, no longer can do

The universe is vast
Surely there must be a planet, a solar system
That can contain our numbers
So we travel as long as our ships will last
Some say that in all this we are the victim
These heretics, we eat them in their slumbers


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