god of thunder

Oh great god of thunder whose deep peals now shake the souls of the innocent, making them quake and cry out for mercy and beg sue for pause – we welcome your coming and give you applause. You send the fast lightning that springs from your ax that all our tall buildings and trees does attack that delights onlookers and lights up the sky while with rains you wet our fields, leave nothing dry. The ancients they called you by different names, by Djophat and Thiruur and He Who Light Tames, which echo your majesty glory and might; they prayed for your blessings to help with their plight. Now we of Grigovia once more erect a shrine in your honor, ask you to protect our small mighty nation from all of the foes whose threat to our sovereignty day by day grows. All hail then this mighty and life-giving power whose force we now measure in kilo-watt-hours; please ask him to return to our tiny land and help us in making our valiant stand against foul imperialists, Ynki and Rus, who are e'en now planning their demon to loose.

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