Death! Oh Death!!
Thou art the leveller
par excellence
Thou who kills without
mirth
Taking all souls from
hence and thence.
Pity is not in thy nature
Cruelity is thy second
name
Thou tread where no
living dare venture
Stealing souls all along
without shame!
Those with father thou
make fatherless
Parents thou suddenly
make barren hags
My friend thou made a
motherless
Wretch who lives
almost in rags!!!
Death! Thou art the end
to all souls
Existing far and near
the four poles!!!
Mighty Ra.
Through the sky
Thy benign presence journeys
Unto us thy glory to dole
Thy aureole, a hollowed
Light radiates.
And into our burden
Darkened psyches
It permeates to illuminate
And unto our entirety
Healing to bring.
To thee,in worship
Our knees bend
For none else,but thou
Mighty Ra
Could these deeds wrought.
In glory art thou robed
And in majesty crowned.
Rock of ages, immortal art thou.
Thy hands, mighty art.
For,by them,all things became.
In battle,by them,
Thy raging foes abseiled,
Firm the cosmos stands
And in tranquility remains.
Even the eerie night
With myriads of eyes
That sees not
In battle before thee roared,
But, beneath the anger of
Thy hallowed light it
submerged,
The morn, a tale of
Thy conquest it tells.
And on thy eastern throne
In glory thou,eternally sits.
Mighty Ra.
(Ra is an Egyptian sun god)