The Over Pheonix

Fall into the fire oh valueless one
That dwells between
Good and evil
He who walks
Comes soon
The walking man
He who knows no boundaries
The walking dude
Wearing shiny boots of leather
A crown upon his head
Noting the shame
Of being the higher man
He who walks between the rows
A fire knows
To bring him onwards
Teach me to sing
That I might write songs of thy graces
Feel the fire of the sun?
When night calls
It will be done
Light a fire for the Over man
For he has come to soon
Let his folly follow
A great mass
A seething rabble of flames
Must swallow him up
Consumption by fire
That his sins might be reborn