Son of the searing sun


Lift your closed raven eyes
to the hazy sun
and receive the puissance
to damage the rough skins
of the destroyers in the huts

Lift your cinnamon skin to the sol
and let it rise with you in the pool
of crimson and gold to the lands
of the solicitous
to spill on them;light of peace

With the fire in your mouth
tell the man with a pot in his belly
not to overlook the bile in his belly
Tell him to belly his pot
not to pot his belly

Take the pulley of castigation
with the fire in your hands
and pull not the wimpy
but pull destructively;the vicious
and make the wimpy strong

Show them that
you are not their regular guy
but you are
the
son of the searing sun

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