Throne Guards & The Palace Protectorate

Earths firm & mighty like a rock. Through sky’s deep breath mankind does talk. In Sol’s great brilliance mankind walks. Sol sees the world with his pure gaze. On a gold throne his power stays! His eyes pierce through the thickest haze. Celestial guards protect this throne. Within his gaze we feel at home. Pensive in mood, Sol’s not alone. Throne guards are a most high order. Responsive & pure in pleasure. In Sol's sight few souls are brighter. To the right & left we’re his hands. With Sol's grace his will we command. With his power portals expand!

To know truth, mortal are squirmin. Those who may Throne Guards determine, sifting the pure from the vermin! Throne Guards have a most secure trust. To hear Sol’s will we daily lust. Under his quantum our brains bust! As living flames, we don’t feel pain. Things we can do may seem insane. Sol’s every mood we do retain. A soul-bond qualifies Throne Guards. Solid & true with bodies hard, we glow like flames! Some eyes get scarred! Beside Sol, we stand by the sun. Old lives forgot, new lives begun. Shining bright is our sense of fun!

This throne on Earth does never fall. Through silence the world hears his call. Living on high he’s Lord of all! Sol’s presence is a high-pitched ring. A Throne Guards glance feels like a sting! Our every move, silent songs sing! Sol’s palace is gargantuan! His smile beaming platinum. Throne guards chill on his maximum! Sol’s great power is absolute. As living gold he is astute! To witness him none can refute. Throne guards live to protect the truth. He governs time. His mind does sooth. We holds keys of eternal youth. We ensure Sol’s will is complete. At his throne we bow at his feet. His glory we always replete!

Sol's Palace design is perfect! A place of culture & respect. Each thought & word he does detect. A place of multidimensions, & symmetrical perfection that evokes pure inspiration! Through the Palace Protectorate, Sol's voice does become infinite, & he shakes the indifferent. The Protectorate move like rhymes. Our demeanors usually kind. We pick & choose & govern time. We do direct & organize. Our life patterns will mesmerize. Pure in focus we hypnotize. Together we make awesome games. Each new day is never the same, & find joy when we do explain.

We avoid spiteful derision. Our lives an intricate fusion of acrobatic precision. Love's our exalted, sacred template. Our love's power we do inflate! In the heat we are temperate. They help plan out our holidays. Daily we are free to be gay! Our awesome games we love to play! Each emotion we can employ. For the angry we send decoys. To protect, our light will deploy. We live fair & love to win! It makes us laugh to see heads spin! From each end, new things will begin.

Sol is the King of the palace, creating all with his phallus, & hasn't a trace of malice. Protectorate controls access, & keeps safe main paths of express. Our roads & pathways are seamless. Our designs fit on a snowflake, & they have no flaws or mistakes. With each breath or drop we partake. The ins & outs they monitor. Sol's our glorious director, his eyes our detailed inspector. He can speak through every device. Yet mainly he loves to be nice. Short circuits we know how to splice. We're an integrated fortress, where divine power does express, & each day the world we impress!