O Holy,
I beckon a folly
Of grandeur, delusion
Or Illusion of not, I fought
To question a purpose
A burden, bore alone
To awaken the masses
To fire and fate.

Once earth and twice air
And water between
Divides, O Divide
Depart to the other side
Things that are
And things that are not
I sought to conquer the answer
A problem, solitary
To enslave the masses
To fire or fate.

O Fire, below us
Between us, besiege us
Killing, blood spilling
A rage of consequence
If only one death
Were enough, if only one
Life, to explain the
Eternal equation, solved.

O Fire, cease to burn!
Allow us to comprehend,
All existence and yours, we
Are all but tiny ores of sores
Imperfection, to die at our own hands
By a fire and fate
I contemplate a dismal
Perpetual, eventual
Consensual, death
At any rate.