With borrowed air, the trumpets blast
Doth killed the foe, vic'tree at last
But now we sit and stand and think
With thought- our flags and arrows shrink

Our fatal flaw- I'll tell you now
We rack our brains- too shamed to bow
To think of thoughts- you'll come to see
Food for fools- futility

The wondrous world- too large to grasp
Our tiny brains- we watch and gasp
Living, breathing- 'tis all we need
Eat the food and spread your seed

You see I share- in this new fault
The end to all- a bath in salt
You think too much- it's plain to see
Kill the thought- take flight, be free-