Like the man with fire

anna_noday

Like the man with fire,

I fought for a final

Spark between humanity and reason.

And like the man with fire,

I tried to aim higher

Where my narrow mind couldn't take me.

But like the man with fire

I lost – it cost' my

Liver, and by Pandora's hand, Hope.

Now like the man with fire,

I almost live

In the same sanctimonious season.

  • Author: anna_noday (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 15th, 2021 05:05
  • Category: Spiritual
  • Views: 28
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  • Paul Bell

    Think no arrow can reach into the human soul, probably why we drink.



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