I AM THE SUN.

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Rising from the darkness of my grave-
from where I shared the night with your ancestors,
I rise with my bright glory-
to tell the world a new story.
I am the great painter
painting your ghosts from heaven-
needing no water
I quench my thirst from my own brook.
I am the mother of the river-
pouring my oil on his skin,
see how now he glitter-
flowing under my radiant glee.
I poke the eyes
that dare to look at my nakedness-
but when in my garment of clouds-
look to see, with salutation and respect.
I am the golden crown-
that fit every mountain head,
let none to my words frown-
I am higher than mount everest.
Ask! where the night is-
her and her black sky!
when I rise from my sleep
spreading abroad my blue sky.
I leave my blue palace daily
for the the moon and stars to prepare it
for the next day.
I go back to tell your dead fathers-
of the evils that you do- you bastards.
But beware- for the day I come
bringing the ghosts along-
they shall not come to bless you
but beat you with rods well preservd for you.