There once was a man named Newborn, whom wandered curiosly across the Earth-torn grasses, and the rocky roads, and was henceforth known as the Caveman goes..
These petty caveman with their bronze constructed wheels and without their brains had been crushed by wheels without restrain and learned by wrote and learned to change.
From wicked wheels of stone and mud came Spartan swords and arrows above; From wild shields and monstrous blood bubbiling through these savage doves..
Soon aftarwards began slavery, whence after the fall of democracy, learn to make a shape, a Triangle, in the hardest way a man could handle.
A wild amount of years later began the mystic age; Far greater, or therefore known as the Mideveal whence Magic was; and Poetry primevil...
The skies had Darkened with the age of the Renaissance, and gunpow'drish stage had begun the ruins of mankind when the fair and the bold had intertwined..
The raging fires of agriculture were then consumed by rage and stupid folklore of preposterous ideas spoken by man that have led us to the industrial span..
Soon after this atrocity, began a most hideous animosity, for this is Truth, and truth to be, So listen well, for chanting fell, but lies not to Earth nor to Man or Sea;
Humanity! Ha! The road you go is vain! The world you seek and the powerful peak will be mashed with Human's refrain!
Humanity! Fools! Interwoven dictators that have futile power, yet invoke us every hour into their moderators..
This path of knowledge and Wisdom is a lie, for their is no Kingdom that man may make that is perfection for we always face things like discretion, and If man cannot learn to end these cycles wild then surely our infinite powers will be set at 'Mild'.
Man; The wisest thing I have in my life yet to say is that you forever will from side to side sway, and if you cannot open to all then surely you are destined to fall!