In the dawn of time
The golden-sceptre whirled in the palms of Man
In great awe the universe genuflects to the Royal Clan
His deeds are carved on the Stone of History
Unable to fathom, it was weaved in mystery
In the dawn of time
The roaring torrent buffet in fear
For the lusty sinews, it was unable to bear
The twelve tribes provoked the flames of the atmosphere
Causing the golden altar to incinerate,the prophets couldn't dare
In the dawn of time
The celestial bodies were startled by the royal command
It gave out its brimstone for the incessant demand
A noble servant, it's glory shone across the ground
Praise Ye O Lord! It cries aloud
In the dawn of time
An ode to works of the desperate men of the ages
Irresistible are their works, done in different phases
Their philosophy has left scribblings on time pages.
Yours sincerely,
Loyal Activist,
✍Tuyi Tosin.
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