Praise the Sun, I have heard
Hail the Sun King, said an empire that never existed
The Son of God is the only way, says old religious men
Yet when I walk outside at night
And taste the algid air and feel the bitter wind
All the stars in the sky, Suns everyone
Have done naught but laughed at me
Down here, cold and tired
They burn in the sky with a mighty blaze
They bask in the glory given to them by mortals that walk upon dust and sand
They relish in the chorus of praises given by wise men, sages, astronomers and navigators
But yesterday
I marched outside, tired, worn, and bloody from the day
But victorious
and I roared into the sky
I bellowed my voice across the heavens and vibrated the fabric of the sky with my tenacity
And the stars shook
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