Time crosses the waning man;
at a crossroad, standing
where he can.
The convergence of demand,
paths he must isolate, damn;
for no matter what, reprehended
Is anyone who has a path;
unlike the fluxing flow of Fire, igniting unpunished;
For its flame can handle the wrath
Of an undying tide of trouble, imperishable.
Immeasurable capacity, for its audacity
Galvanizes its spirit for triumph.
Leaving behind a Trail of Tears,
its tail wanes gloriously --
a flame that never flees.
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