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He is the fire collector

Setting all the stars alight

Collecting penance for their lives

To him, all lay down

Sheep bow down to the god damned ground

Their heads do roll

'Tis spiritual in the evening

Where the thunders roar

He is the sun controller

With a flick of the tongue brings the night

Drowning their wools out of spite

Fury, his name has become

Their bleating and their moans are of no concern

To the titans below in the gardens

Growing lone