The Father

the Sun is Setting on the Summit of the Kings
(fall away, petty humans and your petty human things)
where Gaia’s Guards are Granted entry by their Rings
(to the ground, broken humans with your broken human wings)

from all the lands across the Sea
from place of Fear and Misery
to home of peaceful Freedom’s Din
where Justice Blind takes peek at Sin
and One- in Fact, with pin on Chest
keeps Tongue in cheek and Hand on Breast
While Selling Short his Countryfew
though Promise kept to changing ‘You’.

the Sun has Set on the Circle’s golden Dome
(crawl away, traded humans to your traded human home)
with Nothing Needed in the Neverending Rome
(get ye out, wretched humans- never matter where ye roam.)

The End

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