I've conquered you to bring you peace--this war
Was for the follies you embrace--let go
And in your freedom you will not be poor--
I've saved you from yourself so you can grow.
Don't hold on to your shabby, wretched home
For if you do you'll be put in the grave.
Some people ought to stay at home--you roam
To where nobody wants you. Coward, brave
This notion that you cannot conquer me
Or all of life's diversity--each soul
Is seeking freedom out on beauty's tree,
So thankfully you can't achieve your goal.
We'll never give the oversoul release
Until we get beyond mere war and peace.