Fit the figure, link the spark
Watch the stillness burn
Pacific is the smokeless fire
As it lights his world
Taste the moisture, smell the warmth
Walk down every path
Rise above the mountain
As the snake lies in it's wrath
A patented umbrella offers refuge to the one
Who seeks the nothing he monopolized when he first saw the sun
Proprietor of freedom claims the rover's declaration
He must apprehend the discipline to walk and not to run
Spot the flicker as the page
Takes another turn
Darkness spreads like wildfire
As it fills his world
Taste the poison, smell the heat
Can't seem to find the turn
What's insane's left at the reign
Nothing left to learn
Blackened is the spirit as it penetrates the one
Who seeks the treasures of his father yet denies the role of son
He boasted as he filled his cup but not that of his brother
Could not apprehend the discipline to walk and not to run
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