I’ve studied the tunes from Sunday’s deposits.
The mystery hands that wave riches through water faucets.
Automobiles that have been assembled with matching keys.
Printed maps to gold vaults revealing the dark diocese.
Branded by the fairness of Fahrenheit.
Those kissed by the Sun, the secret shadows of sunlight.
Freely moving through audio within the black rock.
Vessels carrying loads of merchandise around the clock.
I’ve taken notes so that I can remind Ra.
Be reminded of your great covenant with AU.