Bedridden

Our nation once proud and glorified
By Uum's[1] grace we ruled the land
God's judgement fair and His sight wide,
Trusting creation in our hands

But our arrogance knew no bounds
War with Undar[2] but a microcosm
Swords and hammers went to work
Taking lives, and souls, and lartum[3]

He still resides in the heavens
But no longer does he reign;
Once a throne[4] from which to rule us all
Bedridden does he remain.

From The True Gods and The False Gods, the final volume of Parot's work, translated by Lady Sybil DerUndar.

[1] Uum

[2] Undar

[3] lartum

[4] The Great Throne of Uum appears several times throughout Parot's work. Originally thought to be a poetic invention of his, recent work by Gibril suggests that the Uum's "seat of power" referenced in several old scriptures, originally interpreted to refer to Matratut, may have the same literal meaning.