Upheld rights, my soul is aligned.
A black footed God, his blood the color of wine.
Drink of Him, he rules what is 5th.
Continuing to worship, the "water" hits His lips.
As He sips, He is known to be a God.
Seeing through the darkness, the clouded like fog.
As "Sirius" as you can be, the Abgal float, then take the land.
Reminding what it felt like to be on the One to plan.
A fan of sorts, His love cherishes that seek.
A bitter beverage that is given to the meek.
Treat His love, He knows what's good.
Taking souls as if He knew He should.
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