Shall we feel proud of being fates favorite toys?

Cains tribe, tribe the chose ones who have no choice

Salt of this earth, salt in the eye of providence



In the everlasting cosmic lotto

Father hydrogen mutates

Into self-confidence and presumption

Is Pigmalion proud of himself?



That poor old monkey Darwin was wrong

There was no evolution at all

Just the case history

The syphilitic clown Nietzsche was wrong

There is no ubermesch at all

All Ive heard of were uberworms

That crippled bastard Hawking was wrong

For there is no time at all

The only dimension known to us is fear



The universe is constantly expanding

Yet midgets remain the same

What is above remains above

All is just a matter of scale