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Phoenix: Bird of Wonder

Take two steps up into planet Mars,
As he releases his canon,
You'll enter a strange kingdom,
Bearing the back of the Sphinx,
Sinhala, name of the "hidden" and "lofty",
Martian in nature and Satan in effect,
Secret in identity, self-pronounced son of Satan.

Ruled by Anubis; taken high by cannabis,
Kali the moon goddess; creator of universal energy,
Leading to the underground Kingdom of Hades,
The Ruler of Vedic Skies and Greek God of Underground.
Now disappearing with the rage of Zeus,
The kingdom once blessed with blood,
Now rests two steps below the Greek mud.

The flames of fire now extinguished,
Shiva once danced the tempestuous tune,
Breaking through the Roof of the World,
To kill himself and appear again,
As the Buddha who found happiness in greenery,
Now finds no mention in the Kailash,
Fleeing from Tibet to the West.

The age of the Mongols once ruined Eurasia,
Timur Lang and Ghengiz Khan the Great,
Set aside a damned continent for Jesus to wait,
Asia now finds utterance only in history books,
As a damned continent ruled by crooks.
Cavemen came; the English went,
The Mongol money was truly spent.

Much fight and blood be seen,
The Age of Kali now gone but foreseen;
Into receiving the charged ends of Aryan blood,
Stretching from Mongolia to Berlin,
A land so undivine that Apollo doesn't stop to lean;
Before the ba-bird until the Phoenix once again cries,
Its ashes they rise two steps above the Vedic skies.

From the Far East, the Phoenix now finds its place,
In the mid-west; drowned, where Mesopotamian rock once stood,
Resting atop a palm tree, wrapped in myrrh and eating date.
Reminding of a civilisation so great.
That the story of Christ; unveiled in a Bard,
A bird of wonder found in the written 'Word'.
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