But as it was in the beginning...
We have long been lost to the substance of things
We have long sought the shadow of the masquerader
And we puke in pride and laziness.
As it was...
We who own the land steeped in fats
Still beg the world to feed our greed.
You who now call yourselves conquerors
Where, where is your trophy of victory?
For those who snore in the glory of self-contentment
The past is,
the present is not,
the future is nothing.