Sun of God

Our skin will always match the earth
because she is our only mother,
adopted by our father.

People of the sun
become people of God.
Sun of God!
Sun of God!

That prayed to a winged serpent
and answered to those that stood over their's,
slain,
and came seeking the fountain of youth
to find rivers of life
and touched them with cold hands

that we may grow old but never die
by and by
when we fly our flag
we remember why we can.

Divided we stand, united we conquer.
that if we cannot conquer your blood
we'll take it and make it ours,
rise and fight again.
And as we see your 50 states of mind
know that we grow in them all

You never strived to understand
why destinies manifest at our expense
but mark your calendars because you're about to find out
our dates are written in stone.

Father bless me for I have sinned
but where to begin as men?
Against our mother,
Sun of God,
Amen.

the men of earth are men of god
its odd the stars told stories read
by savages who knew their fate
and said we'll rise again,
live on
in remnants of the dead.

that we grow old but never die

our feathered snake still flies
through eyes and hearts
that cry but never part from skies that hide
the mysteries of our skin,
our birth and severed ends,
that as we age we blend,
mend and tend to nature.