Survival of the Fittest

Take away feeling;

Give them hearts of stone.

Let them build their towers

All alone.

Bury their homes into the ground,

Let them adapt to darkness

And never be found.

Sins,

Sins,

Take them away.

Let from the sky fall

Acid rain.

The harshest conditions

Shall not surrender to them.

They shall surrender to the earth

From which their bones were made.

Steal from them

All things sweet;

Let them forget the texture

Of meat.

There is no God

To watch over them now;

No God to blame.

Each disaster

Shall be a disaster woven from

Their own fingers;

Each disaster

Their own creation.

If they should fall,

Let them hit the ground.

Only the toughest

And most grateful

Will survive.