Prototype - Pure

rate me

The stem from eons of strife

Changing intentions

Planning each other's disdain

Savor my disarray

I must convert you

Be by my side

So pure...

Can I believe?

So pure...

Why can't I ensure

Their position's vitality?

Natural selection

Judge me for all that they stand

Part of the universe

Calling for reason

To all that they can

I've arrested my life

Pursuing this measure

By which all others will gauge...

Grades of ability

Render a stature

And gather our minds

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