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