We are doomed
A failure that transcend through generations
We dance to Cosmo's rhythms
And dine on a table filled with her spoils
We bid her course and wandered like lost sheep
Even before we were formed she existed
Mastermind of man's master craft
We dance to her tune, enslave to her subtleness
The only way to victory is death
Dead to self and self craftiness
And live in that of the divine
Above comic alterations and stupidity
The only way to win is to lose
Lose to pride and complexity
Only then would cosmic beat seize
And you'd see, how much of a joy you've lost in cosmic dance