The stem from eons of strife Changing intentions Planning each others disdain Savor my disarray I must convert you Be by my side So pure.... Can i believe? So pure.... Why cant i ensure their positions vitality? Natural selection Judge me for all that they stand Part of the universe Calling for reason To all that they can Ive arrested my life Pursuing this measure By which all others will guage... Grades of ability Render a stature And gather our minds
guage, others, pure, stature, grade