Skipping in Crop Circles

Skipping in Crop Circles
Circular Charismatic Cavities Cut out of mother earth by some psychedelic surgeon,
Supernatural Spheres scarred into the straw Dancing with our reality,
Torturous twirls twisting our world making our minds so Virgin,
Eyes etched eerily into the ground are aliens in our actuality,
Oval openings owning the mounds, Farmers fantasies for fame,
Spiralling signals sending hope through agricultural art,
Bubbles bouncing brightly from above a blueprint, big brother or a way to shake us up,
Mystical mosaics moulding into the landscape, a lie a cheap buy or a warning from above.

Creatures destroying our world and experimenting on mankind and we all quake in fear,
In my eyes if you look around the aliens are already here.