The spider spun its silky web;
waiting for the fly to fall upon the trap.
As the tree line grows narrower;
the fox stalks the mouse.
As the rain wets the ground;
the mole digs the muddy earth.
As that which is powerful arises;
life will turn its grinding wheel.
The old replaced with new;
the conqueror left to be conquered.
The conqueror will create;
create the next conqueror.
Limits are only but a illusion;
keeping that which is a sense of security.
The dreadful replacement of self;
ever so aware the conqueror was.
As the conquest was drawing to a close;
The conqueror replaced with metal minds.
