The splendor of Kingdoms dazzle
The Earth-bound humans atremble
The Heavenward gaze brings trouble
And if the gaze strikes them blind inexorable
Mighty gods would let out a laugh of derision demoniacal
Prove these nightmarish notions false, O Lord, merciful
Blast out blasphemous whisperings with Thy thunder proverbial
May Thy Spirit benevolent descend upon us in a rush ceremonial
That we, Thy poor darlings stand rapt, blessedly blissful
Fully awake, awe-struck, absorbed in an air reverential
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