The Angels

Everyone knows we came from them.

The Angels, I mean.

Made in one of their experiments.

They crafted us because they were lonely.

They lost their homeland and set into the heavens.

They hoped  we would make earth ready for them.

They made a perfect place and we ruined it.

 They moved on.

The Angels left, I mean.

Now we set out in space, we lost our homeland.

We will make new creatures because, as we die slowly,

We will become more lonely.

But who made them?

Is this just a long cycle?

Are we the Angels now, I mean.