Ogórnormicron

Ogórnormicron: An Ancient Hrab Religous Poem
Before the realm of Rathnir had built its grounds,
Before the realm of Eldham had creatures sound,
Before great kingdoms were amassed and spread far,
There was one being, one soul, the blessed Ogór.
He had made the wisest of all decisions,
He had seen every last of His great visions,
He will make it true: He will make it grand,
‘Commence the beginning!’ of His Holy Plan.
He wrote this text with a lack of distortions,
A harrowing tale of massive proportions,
He designed a folk for his world a cherub,
He gave his chosen man a name: the Hrab.
He founded the Hrab upon His likeness,
With verdant skin and many eyes of whiteness,
Established a basis of forced chastity, 
And the last of his gifts: immortality.
With this title, He set them on a mission,
A list of commands to hold in tradition,
Eleven reverent laws that must be upheld,
From the words of above, here is what they tell:
‘Every soul is Mine, you will treat them as such,
Every conscious creature is under My touch.
This recipe is pure for it is of Mine,
Water, Vinegar, and Holy Salt make brine.
In this brine, your people shall bathe biweekly,
For this will give you your traits uniquely.
Distill this true brine, create this true potion,
When others consume, their change is in motion.
Non-Hrabs may follow me, but cannot drink,
For when I call upon them, the thought will ink.
Many will hate you, treat them with full kindness,
Many of them are foolish of their blindness.
If those fools who hate you begin to hurt you,
Gather what you can; fight, though it may be few.
I have given you the privilege of time,
Do good with it, as all struggle with the climb.
When you meet your end, sit with me on top,
The view is gorgeous while we take time to stop.
And when it all meets the end, you have made your choice,
You have chosen Me, so go, laugh, and rejoice!
This is not a pyramid scheme.’
The Hrabs heard His word and left to obey, 
Although they might have failed each and every day,
They held firm to the truth and true to their faith,
They studied the right law, they sang, and they bathed.
After both the sun and moon refuse to rise,
After the vast seas and long, wide rivers dry,
After this realm and all the next ends likewise,
The Ogóric Hrab cause will never die.