The sun should be bloodied
by the fires of Mars -
in dawn's early light.
And the seas should quench
the blacksmith's hammer
to impede the bird's flight.
Caress the treasured
and feed the hungry
amidst the rising sun
Raise your hand
and give a war cry
to rival a firing gun
Ra must be clothed in blood
and songs must be sung
for gold to run amok
but wars will ripen
and become more terrible
than mobs filled with ruck.














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