Trot the desert of life, the Old one awaits

From ape to camel the load bearing spirit endures onwards

The sands' of the naysayers , and sun on cruelty challenge thy will

Beatings, blasts, encumbered by, humiliattion, resentment, and nay sayings the desert of life provides without mercy

Yet the camel, high headed, seeks the Old one 

A thousand mirages and one obscure the path

But the camel with a true mind and a true heart goes on, and channels all the lies and illusions into one, one Old one, one path

Behold the the dragon of old values! Behold scales of gold made from old tables of values! 

Listen as a malcontent to the old voice "Mighty loadbearing spirit your endevars noble as they be are futile. There are no new tables of values to be made, all is as it has as it will be. You Shall not'

Undeterred the camel speaks the words as of the yay sayer "I Shall"

From camel to lioness thy spirit of affirmation sees the path, the path of destruction.

No more Old one, for a New one is to be born from the carcass of the old one

The dead old one deconstructed, reconstructed, abandoned, followed, learned, and unlearned

New ones shall rise up for the zenith of this life!

Claws meets scale, and teeth meets fur, blood on blood 

Screems of Yays and Nays

After the final blow is struck scales fly and form a miasma of old values, rusted to dust

The Earth of old Transformed to the poisn of life, and the lioness with all of her ferocity succumbs

BUT! From dead lioness to an exhalted New one, a child is conceived with the knowledge of the old and funny and the fires of humanity's curiosity and lust for new

The child drew new values, and the earth ones without life shall began anew