Let the sun rise, let it be the world's single prize
If it goes out today, it won't matter either way
If it be darkness or light or eternal damned plight
Allow Hercules his birth, allow Icarus his flight
Let Valhalla reign proud with triumph's bold sound
Reinstate Isis as queen, Ra with his crown
Perhaps Quetzalcoatl may come and renew all things
If this doesn't ensue maybe Shiva will do
Or an end of world prediction from a bible, koran too
As to the man the lion the eagle, they are all the same
Plant life may flourish the thoughts nothing, vain
All scream with pain to their creator in shame
Save me all pray from death perishing decay
Fallen as angels regaining our stay
Building upon all things there is left fright and dismay
Memories with mirrors floors reasons insight invades
Perhaps the sun just might stay to keep this madness at bay
But not at this hour, not on this day.
Christopher Baird 2011 ©
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