in the battle of man against the beast I was not injured in the least but o! my comrades were its feast!
and in the battle of man against machine I escaped unscathed and clean but o! what a hellish scene!
in the battle of man against the heat I found myself with food to eat but kitchens fraught with spoiled meat and farmland lined with sun-scorched wheat
in the battle of man against the cold I was able to grow old but o! you know death is bold! for though I survived as I have told, I found myself with none to hold