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. Ill 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