_{As I slow bake the dawn scrapers,}

_{Comes the rise of shame desiccated.}

_{The priests sacrifice another virgin}

_{Else I shine no more.}

_{I laugh stoically,}

_{Cast shadows over rural crop circles,}

_{For who else}

_{Would make up these narratives?}

_{Maybe I am a god,}

_{So many have worshipped me.}

_{Making the food grow,}

_{The trees of purifying air,}

_{The storms of rain and wind.}

_{Your canyons of melted sand and iron}

_{I smile upon}

_{And asphalt photic ooze}

_{Dipped from the base of oceans.}

_{I wink to rise my waves,}

_{Blurring the line between}

_{Make believe and the long harsh truth,}

_{Beaming of dial’s shadow.}

_{The memories from which you violently shake,}

_{As my descent leaves you helpless,}

_{Closing eyes and waiting for that morning}

_{I rise again}

_{And cleanse your temples, your bodies}

_{From all that was once taken.}

_{I burn the wicked and heal the wounded,}

_{Lest you forget}

_{My mercy,}

_{My hope,}

_{My love.}