Its like a friend that you didn’t want to get angry.
Standing there on my knees, I was like his child with gifts.
I could not comprehend its power.
Shielded from its heat, I walked into the light.
As my skin turned gold I became one with the truth.
The ladder home was clear as the planets levitated around me.
Carrying my Ankh and chain my body began to float, I was no longer a prisoner.
In submission to supreme knowledge, I began to eat its pure fruits and vegetables.
It provided a seat at its table with no fees.
It was my father and I was his son.
Spinning around, we floated in space, defying logic and gravity as time itself stood still.
The Powerful Sun
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