["We adore chaos because we like to restore order" - MC Escher]

I defy the height of the world
In spite of the weight of my cross
Inspire myself, a fire-and-brimstone sermon
At a loss under Atlas' burden

Holding the globe like a damaged icon,
My bones can't bear the load piling on
Comes a cropper I'll at ease ever after

Mercy in chains
The plot is thickening, things changed in a way
The chances are sickening, evolution in a day

Does it matter how it ends when cards were dealt by hostile hands?
Endurance is the fancy that nothing is everlasting

The open sky unsettled by thunder
Killed in a crash like a bolt from the blue
The burden, concealed and playful, grows anew

Enemy mine hate is the only enemy
Axis powers recede
The still point of the turning world stands still indeed
Things changed in a way, evolution in a day

We evolve away