With only a match stick, it's you I pick,
Or with a candle, it's you I handle,
You light my vision,
And it's glory I envision.
Deceptive are your sparks,
You neither spread nor last,
You disappear in a blink of my eye,
You light me up momentously &
Shroud me in a cloud of smoke.
You never tried to enlighten,
You just sizzled in all your glory,
Then you fizzled without anyone to carry.
While you end you smoke and then I choke.
Are you any good? I wonder,
But you are momentous wonder.
People light you, blinded by faith,
For you blind them blighted by your nature.
Momentous is your joy to the eye,
Perilous is your sorrow to nature.
Your life is short,
Being the one everyone is willing to part.
Oh dear cracker, go tell your packer,
that you last for a second, with none to second!
All for a spark to lighten the dark,
Gone in a second,
with none to second.
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