Mackenzie Desil Poems

The burning light of mighty Ra
The brilliant shine of our own star
The all Seeing Eye, the sun above
Watching over war, peace and love
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These souls, they sail, with coins to pay the boat man
Now they go where none among the living can
a winding road, it lays before them now
the wailing spirits scream so loud
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A new age starts as the old one dies
The golden days are done
Fire and lightning rain from the skies
Our dreams turn to dust as we run for cover
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