Dr. Duke Ratchet - Mercury

Clockworkings like a solid form
Swift and sweet as a mother's scorn
Tracing patterns from the void
Symbol systems turning into toys
Language, reason, timing, season
Zoroaster speaking meanings
Logic games and words abundance
Clever one outwitting when you can
Little child with snakes in hand
Your mind is keen
And I'm at your command

You speak so fast, don't speak so soon
All the words you use were given you
But words grow old and kings must die
So you may raise to your throne most high
Writing, winking, learning, thinking
Forming shape to bolts of lightning
Splendor, shining, shaping, rhyming
Future binding science of the world
Air-y bird with the ape-y tail
My heart is pure
Point me to the Grail

Mercury, thrice greatest king, your alchemy won't be forgotten
I can see divinity will always be shining inside us
Mercury, your history I vow to bring to the masses
Traps you leave stuck to my feet 'til I can eat the hunter
Lead me on, climb me along 'til I'm beyond the ladder

Written by:
Derick Downey

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