The stem from eons of strife 

Changing intentions 

Planning each other's disdain 

Savor my disarray 

I must convert you 

Be by my side 



So pure... 

Can I believe? 

So pure... 



Why can't I ensure 

Their position's vitality? 

Natural selection 

Judge me for all that they stand 

Part of the universe 

Calling for reason 

To all that they can 



I've arrested my life 

Pursuing this measure 

By which all others will gauge... 

Grades of ability 

Render a stature 

And gather our minds