The Messengers of the Beginning
Weren't dragged down into the mud
They went there freely
They sent the Sons and Daughters
Of Twilight to make things difficult
Their lightening of desire
Did they want everyone to be a Job
They lit everything on fire
O Man save yourself they said
From the world you created
We are the Thunders of the Sun
What more could be given
We lent you Our Rising One
Whose work is never done
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