They cannot make a spark out of nothing
Even if they do how far can it see before it dims into darkness
Of what value is a magician without spell
Creativity belongs to no man not even the dark of the darkest
voodoo
When all that requires was just a command that illuminates
the whole universe
Who am I to overlook the wonders of nature
As the mountains height my shoulder
As the sky and sea blue my eyes
Indeed a fertile soil green my feet
