Pride There will be a time when the immortal soul of man will die.

When the beasts of this world will regard us with disdain. And when the great creator will look upon his creation and cry," What have I done." And there will be a time when in a blow of blinding confusion everything we've built to the one and only God, our flesh and bone our capacity and intellect our endurance and magnificence, will come towering down. And for the first time in centuries, since the last man walked this first earth, our untouched, unmoved senses will realize a death so great and furious that to that, all of our art, music, and poetry we will owe. There will be a time when the immortal soul of man will die And when the great creator will look upon his creation and cry," What have I done".