Hold all purpose at bay
Til identity will take a toll
Plenty personal traits
Source material filling the hole
Research hands out a life
Sense of self is a crusade away
Driven to be defined
Abstract losses are paving the way
Single story in height
Every autobiography told
Campaign to undermine
That whatever the opposite holds
Break tradition and bleed
Trophies made of conclusion are chief
Blockade built of decree
Doled autonomy spells out the grief
And on the backs of hosts
These stories climb
To bring back afterlife
For present time