Wait until it is Dawn
Let the light of Source shines in You,
The worse world behind will mourn at You.
The darkness that spotted you in Shame,
Will hear the word of your glorious Fame.
Till the King of skies rules His Wing, and
Show them you been sealed by His own Ring.
Till the Eagle’s hairs grows in Fair,
The given promises are no Nightmares.
Wait, until the dawn of one great Ben ,
Let not your seeds be stolen by petty Ken.
Ben = a high mountain = God | petty = small | Ken= mind
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