Ruled by pharaoh, prince and gods,
Define by might, wealth and lust.
The chants and spells that magic cast
Banish by religion, burned to ash.
By the seashore there stand a cross
Guarded by knights sing, “do not cross”.
Deep in the abyss the Galleon stands
Armed by cannon, pulled by iron hands.
Iron kites roam the skies
Armed by wings with flying fires.
The colonies march and mourn their dead
Like a living hell, the new earth.
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