Oh, my love, you will never go far
Swimming in your father's thigh
We all know of your origins
Your father, in all his might,
Is your father after all

Does that cure your fear of being deemed
unworthy?
When any mirror could reflect your divinity in
beauty
You indulge in your grapes
And swallow ideas of bitter revenge

Dig your mother up for one last kiss
Her lips, struck by your father's wonder,
long to teach you the world
Yet you starve, begging for his glory
You will find that beneath the thunder
humanity still strikes him the same