Across the eons, and through the mists of time I have travelled,
A nameless, ageless warrior from far beyond the past,
And throughout my journey I have forever pondered,
Can the race called man forever last?

A dissatisified species, addicted to the thrills and chaos of war,
Joyous at the sight of dead babies and slaved land,
Always more bloodshed, inexplicable, what are they fighting for?
To an entity like me, it is a sight, that makes you so saddened

I Journey to the future, what lies beyond?
Will the image shift? A dawn of creation?
No, the image is still the same, one man who plays god
Over the human enemy that belong to another nation

I am an outsider and my time here is over,
Humans are so intelligent that they are fools,
They scramble at everything, like a child, after a four leaf clover,
Treating their coveted goods as valuable as jewels

I cannot interfere, that is not my call,
All I can do, is to mutate and evolve
With this race, and climb life's wall,
Forever hoping, the path of war shall resolve.