A Coming Race

Why all this searching?
The answer’s always been near.
It is our destiny.
Away from a screeching people.
Waiting to destroy ourselves.
They can’t interfere with history.
Nuclear creation. For eternity
All I wish they would land here.
But it’s too late now.
Time is dying
In the other dimension.
Time will no longer exist.
No one never grow old.
Something mankind will never resist.
Try destroying it,