In flight, the Hawk, the skies, it soars.
His name, beautifully put, as the one and only Hor.
A wish, with trust, in lust we love.
In swooping from up, from up above.
Ignite, at war, with Mars the Hor.
A domain, in which, Sam that scores.
Engrained with faith, I fight with wit.
Coming from below, the Bottomless Pit.
Endowed with rights, the Morning Star that's bright.
A Seraph that screams, then it ignites.
Smothered into ash, the enemies kneel at His feet.
The "Great Debate", to see who's great.
Finding the Throne, that is his fate.
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