In the hands of smoky angels
Anchored in flame
Delivered to the surface
In a heated exchange
Time capsuled
Anchored in flame
Delivered to the surface
In a heated exchange
Time capsuled
A trinity of crude slabs
Taking what was once elemental
Pressurized and condensed
In all of its forms
Complete from start to finish
In such a life
Breathed over nervously
In some covetous hideaway
Entrusted with carrying on
Canonized and hobnobbed
Hacked to pieces
How many changes
In a short four hundred years
How many things remain the same
When counted out loud in billions
No journey ends
In the hands of man
For after all the eyes disappear
The ticking becomes audible
The heartbeat of stars
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