His thousand hands maintain peace in the heavens,
His billions of rays of light have been given to mortal beings.
The sun and moon have lost their authority to shine,
The gods are looking for a way to be reborn,
Before returning to the throne of God,
All the weak are seeking stronger savings.
The young man picked up the fragments of glory,
"I am not born in the light, but I walk toward the light!"
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