Only such self-righteous species   Could elevate itself above the beast   While itself without senses nor reason   Functioning with deteriorated remains   Strong in its arrogance   Yet feeble just the same   With no instinct of self-preservation   The predator becomes the prey      Uncomplicated intelligence   Employed for the search of passing ease   Like all backward creatures   These too will cease to exist      Invoke to skies like the pitiful souls you are   Pray when the end is at hand   But in the closing scene of man   Nature will have its stand      Uncomplicated intelligence   Employed for the search of passing ease   Like all backward creatures   These too will cease to exist