Slumber in death, we are unborn, absent of mind, time is a womb Darkness Out of the dark, into the light, luck and a chance Spawning of life Born into this uncertainty by chance, from origin inception of matter Itself, all forms of life, born to be dead to live again Then die Constantly change evolution, born to be dead, dead to be born Evolving is in harmony with death Insuring the progression of all life All things are born from the universe, and all things shall die! Lifeless, inanimate, breeding inhabitant space Resting eternally, dwelling infinity, lost but not Endless activity, lasting divinity, time Forever mystery, we have eternity for life and death Evolving is in harmony with death All things are born from the dead Insuring the progression of all life All things with life come forth from the dead All life forms born into eternal emptiness have but one, Just one chance To be born into this well of eternity, born to die Born to die All things are born from the dead All things with life come forth from the dead All that is dead must give life, then all shall die