So fresh and so clean, the Sun slowly arises.
A Heyoka at heart, and full of disguises.
Horus the Kid, the lights are then bright.
We look to the sky and see the Morning Star take flight.
In light with rights, I fly with contempt.
For those who steal, we make em pay rent.
Easter on the way, what will you give up for lent?
I hope to God that you'll end up being legit.
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