Raw tension in the east marks his return,
Rude, radiant, replete with sovereign grace;
A smile so bright that every shadow burns
Or slinks away from that bold fearsome face.
A God for to whom once mighty Egypt bowed,
Where basted backs raised sepulchers of stone
That haughty kings might rest forever proud
‘Neath grandest tombs the world has ever known.
So rises now the glory and the power,
With scimitar of gold to smite the land
His gaudy gaze and galvanizing glower
To animate all minions meek or grand.
Ascension granted daily without strife;
The uncontested giver of all life.
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