Fast-Developing Story

Devolution, renounce your power.
Revolved around doors:
Windows to a soul transformation. 

Would but realization have set in
Prior to the collection.
Aristotle was a drawers chest
Pectorally incapable of lifting
Equations from powers.

Rise above rising above.
Yes, that's its no. 
Prefigured to fail
And destined to try. 

Narrators, concoct your excuses
As your drinking hampers your listening
Become anonymous
While rejecting retreat from it all.