Praise On the Iron Mountain - IXXI

Self-consciousness was born, in the

mammal kingdom.

All illusions of those

who mourn, brought asunder, made forlorn.

They created surplus power and rested in

degeneration.

Lofty doctrines faded out,

stagnating mediocre generations.

Though

I challenged this!

I attacked it like a pest!

My virtues heights I reach for.

Existential

warlust without rest.

As my spirit strode

the peak of the Iron Mountain a brutal

refinement was born.

With me I brought

those old Northern (K)nightly fountains

and all these primate values were torn.

As I ventured down from these ranges,

carrying no tablets, points, or goals,

feasted with all idolaters.

Laughed at

their decadent ends unfold.

Once bored

I returned once more to my old shore,

where my equal minorities still soared

and mingled.

I shaded with them the news

I had in store, in superior splendour

they thus lingered.