The Sun Brings Isis

The orange sun disc belongs in the sky
I pine to go to the large pyramid
Cactus belongs.

But the small birds are together truly
I get ready for my belonging with
Knelled Nibiru.

Behold, Isis!  She could do nothing wrong!
A race of five torrid laps to run first,
So I exclaim.

I won't let her leave, so I stay with her
Her fabric is of a great, hidden light,
And we hold hands.

Her fond sacrifices are what halts an
Enemy from advancing, and it pleas
To my prayers.

She arrives from Nibiru straightaway
All Hail Isis!  and the cow, the eagle,
The sow and snake.