After armageddon shredded pieces of the human race Xenogenesis, mated into creatures free of hate Immortals burn patterns through infinity To shape the face and fate of Humanity Don't make Octavia write for a hundred years Because you treat black women as good as guys with pointed ears Teach Kindred in a history class Your kid's a guaranteed genius if they pass Her characters evoke the same rich note As if spoke from the baritone of her own throat After Wild Seed's sown a new society's regrown You'll never be alone, you'll sit beside her throne Mind Of My Mind!