With borrowed air, the trumpets blast Doth killed the foe, vic'tree at last But now we sit and stand and think With thought- our flags and arrows shrink Our fatal flaw- I'll tell you now We rack our brains- too shamed to bow To think of thoughts- you'll come to see Food for fools- futility The wondrous world- too large to grasp Our tiny brains- we watch and gasp Living, breathing- 'tis all we need Eat the food and spread your seed You see I share- in this new fault The end to all- a bath in salt You think too much- it's plain to see Kill the thought- take flight, be free-