Prayer to the Sun

Scorch for me the barren earth
Bring down fire from the heavens
Be the vessel of my vengeance
On the heads of fellow beings.

Blast away all living matter
That contains molecular memory
Any trace of human history
Blight that poisons all it touches.

Leave the earth a smoking cinder
Slowly cooling, convalescing
The seeds of its regeneration
Harbored safe within its bosom.

When life again begins to flower
Mother Earth producing bounty
Into paradise return me
With a mate of my own choosing.

Better yet, a score of mates
To alternate at my discretion
And alleviate the boredom
Of benevolent despotism.

For the whole of Pax Mugtonia
Justly will I lord it over
Those who offer me obeisance
Groveling in self-abasement.

Since I am a Sodomite
No issue will from my loins spring
And my harem should replenish
Apart from some few choice companions.

When those less favored start to aging
Find them each a quiet island
Where they can engage in craft work
And supply the truly worthy.

Life on earth will be idyllic
Under my administration
Pleasure - ruling principle
Namely mine - the goal of others.

When my Golden Age is over
And amid my weeping subjects
Lift me up into the heavens
There to answer for my gumption.