Saturn

The scattered seeds of fire grow
In every playground of this world,
I swear, no man will ever draw
A grander Universe, my Lord.

The Saturn’s giant leaden corpse,
Is rising high, is all too cold,
The faces of your later works,
Indeed, are sinister, my Lord.

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