The tides had shifted.
A new dynasty was born.
The Hebrews had been scattered and the all seeing eye revived the pyramids for the return of the long headed people.
Some of them came from underneath the earth.
Golden warriors reclaiming their territories.
It was the return.
These people held the sun, they owned it.
The world had witnessed the rebirth of something unreal.
Deep dark skinned people with wool hair reclaiming their lands while the sun did most of the work for them.
The sun literally fried their enemies. Burned them alive.
Kneeling on a prayer rug I watched them gather.
They were giants and they crowned me as the eternal sun because I handed them wisdom as a gift.
I gave them a story and a song and we all joined hands in peace.
We’d all been reborn.
The Eternal Sun