In the dark night a giant slumbered untouched for centuries 'til

awakened

by a white man's cry: "This is the Eden I was to find." There were

lands to

be charted and to be claimed for a crown, when a hero was made by the

length

he could stay in this dangerous land of hateful hate.

Curiosity filled the heads of these, there was an upper room they had

to

see. Curiosity killed the best of these for a hero's hometown

welcoming.

Still they moved on and on.

Who came building missions? Unswerving men of the cloth who gave their

lives

in numbers untold so that black sheep entered the fold. Captured like

human

livestock, destined for slavery. Naked, walked to the shore where

great ships

moored for the hellbound journies. Bought and sold with a hateful

hate.

Curiosity filled the breasts of these with some strange ecstasy.

Curiosity

killed the best of these by robbing their lives of dignity. Still they

moved

on and on.

Calling men of adventure for a jungle bush safari. Come conquer the,

his

claws and teeth. See death in his eyes to know you're alive.

European homesteads grew up in the colonies with civilized plans for

wild

hinterlands, their guns and God willing. Such a hateful hate.

Curiosity spilled the blood of these for their spotted skins and

ivory.

Curiosity filled the heads of these madmen with the lies of destiny.

Curiosity

spilled the blood of these, then blotted their lives from history.

Curiosity

filled the heads of these, one man claimed all that he could see.

Curiosity

still entices these madmen with a lusting and a greed. Their legacy,

legacy,

legacy..