The Hawk Headed God, invoking the light.
The fire that consumes, the heart soars like a kite.
Issuing love letters, our God is impressed.
The nature of RA, who continues to test.
The best then conforms, the love is real.
From afar, the Angels, at the baseball field.
For thrills, the sweat, the blood, and the tears.
Hop scotch beer, the liquid looks clear.
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