A hammer a pot, its easy i thought, foolish i was to be.
i climbed and i fell, while the voice of death had a story to tell.
over rocks, over rubble. over furniture and over oranges, there was no end.
Because whenever i'd move, the slightest touch will send be back to hell again.
But nigh i persisted, over the church and over the rocks. I was at the snake.
The snake stared beckoning me to its lair, the bucket stood tall and sure to make me fall.
i tried and i tried, but every time i jumped the bucket would deny me of my passage.
A jump and a skip, a hop and a flick. Nothing seemed to work.
Well i had enough and put that hammer on that bucket and soared.
But that was only the beginning, the ice wall stood tall blocking me, stalling me.
No match for what iv'e already faced, a fools challenge anyone could defeat with no problem.
This was it the final jump, a tower signaling its defeat, i climbed and i climbed made to the top...
and fell with my hammer stuck behind.