Golden Fire in my Heart, Immortal!
Dark Sacred Beetle
Flaming in my breast!

Hidden in the dung of my existence!
That filthy dung
I roll across my Sky
For all to disdain

Hides The Stone of the Wise from prying eyes
And the Mid-night Sun
Hidden by dung-like Earth
Yet lighting the Moon

Hides behind my life lighting up my Soul
As I roll my dung
Making Soul immortal
As I roll my Stone

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