We worship the lesser lights as kings.
Created gods, created deities?
Watch in wonder the life that they grow,
but upon them all was life bestowed.
So, before the Lord they also sing.

Fervent in their duel for authority,
for power must be won among these
charlatan god’s, and so they come and go.
We worship the lesser lights.

Man, holding little priority,
a subject, a slave to the god he feeds.
In life, laboring to please a shadow,
An afterthought created without hope.
We worship the lesser lights.