God breathed me into

Mom, and I came to life. Dad

Saw who I was, and

Said, “he’s Lord of all.”

The coat I wore, the priest, high

King, of my brothers,

But they would not be

Ruled, and so they sold me for

Twenty pieces of

Silver to merchants

Of Myrrh, they bloodied my

Coat with goat, and claimed

Mine as theirs. In prison

For my virtue, my friends the

Prisoners made, and

Then interpreted

The Emperor’s dream and saved

The empire. My sign

Was borne throughout the

Lands, and in the end, brothers

Bowed, gathered as one.

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