To crown nobility with sacredness
And
For its sacredness.
So in Grand Council of the Heavens willed the Grand Peers.
But nobility sent a humble note:
‘I beg your Honors my absence excuse
But I will never be crowned.
Humility be sacredness, I say;
And sacredness humility be.
Over Mtahleb there was Thunder.
Then Thunder upon Thunder.
For of the Heavens clapping was as Thunder
And rolled before it more than speed of sound.
Thunder!
Thundering!
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