So fickle a human life maybe, so distraught and in pain
But dare, I dare say, if so then a life is in vain 
Fear not, threat and vows many men haft spoken
For their only excuse is, "I am only human"

Yet mortal cry tyranny against their brother man

And only in due history, will history repeat again

Lesson learned yet never taught the race marches on

And in the heat of battle, only then will they see the wrong

Man sees himself supreme, master of any and all

But this will surely mean their one and only downfall

Damage what can’t be broken, the spirit of man kind

And rightly so you have crossed over that fragile line

They seek to dominate, and spread their parody

And in turn they will bleed their cause into eternity

Man seeks his words; his whims are his and his alone

He deems himself to be his own king on his own high throne

Man wishes for good, bad, and the neutral. Always changing sides

The winner gets to be what he wants, even in their minds

Man will fight himself, mental, physical, emotionally until ending of time

Man will thusly struggle, even until he is the last of his line

Man invents, just so he can eventually destroy

All that was once known, with this passion he will deploy

Chaos far into the unknown, such is man’s eventual fate

And he has proven true, even to this current date

Words you already know, now pose a new meaning

To open your eyes, is that truly seeing?

Spread not what shouldn’t be spread

Your own words maybe your own dread.

So fickle a human life maybe, so distraught and in pain
But dare, I dare say, if so then a life is in vain 
Fear not, threat and vows many men haft spoken
For their only excuse is, "I am only human"