To feel nothing save fire
To be nowhere save the sky
Alas, how quickly I die
Yet I live on your sacrificial pyre
In vain you try to prevent damage dire
But how wonderfully I am beheld in your eye
A deadly rainbow against the blackest dye
Behold! The god’s deadly ire
Give me fear, adulation, beg beneath the hammer clouds
Cry at the destruction, amidst the divine tears
How few we are, but we are proud
Ruling with a burning scepter, appearing all the years
Do not adore the pale puny sun,
For when he is gone, I have all the fun.
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