At twenty he invented fire
Or claimed to afterwards
But it was already there
Something you came upon
Under the pillow of a sleeping god
A fire that doesn't burn
Except the fingers of a man
To warm his nights cook his food
He forced the gods to share
Though it wasn't from greed
But fear of what he with foresight
Couldn't see they saw
Looking back from their eternity
The fire that would come
And sweep away them all
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