I am lightning and loudest thunder
A roaring lion, the fearless wonder, child
Soaring above It, becoming sky
All back to One, see then the light,
My third eye blind made merely mortal
To be torn asunder, all flesh will die
In cold coils of pitch portals Under
Yet my Sol will surely shine and fly
Made of lightning and loudest thunder.
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