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Heros! |
| You and your
fire can scorch, abate or bring a |
| hard man to his
knees. |
| In lands far
from the Delphi oracle are your |
| journeys made. |
| Hermes doth
marvel at your climb through the |
| heavens. |
| What is there
that may account for such a |
| phenomenon? |
| Your impiety is
the running of the wolf and thou |
| may let ice
form when a simple sigh could melt |
| all the snows
of this world. |
| Who do you
answer to fiery God? |
| Do you shine on
our meagre civilisation after |
| another's
command? |
| Are you at odds
with the Goddess of night? |
| Who shall you
ordain and marshal in times of |
| distress? |
| Whereas Jehova
lives in an ethereal heaven of |
| clouds and pure
peace, yours is the plunder of |
| Christian
Crusaders horded. |
| Your concubines
are the handmaidens of fire |
| and your
endeavour is the new day's splendour. |
| The fanfare of
man at his greatest is a bequest |
| unto Heros the
Sun God. |
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