I pin the sun up in my dawn sky.
It hangs like a head on a pole
and rains when it starts to cry.
The screaming people make me sad.
I want to make them smile
but I can't, so I burn them instead.
I spread their ashes through my sky.
As it snows the world's quiet
and my dead sun can close it's eyes.
I made the moon a rose, for beauty.
Now everything looks like blood at night
and my new people don't even look at me.
I made love into my hand
and flung my cum across the land.
I thought it was a seed
but it didn't grow me trees.
Now at every drop a devil stands.
They lit their fires in my sky
and dried the tears
my severed head had cried.
They wiped away my bloody nights
and suddenly my people smiled.
My snow turned to ice from ash
when all the fires dimmed and blacked.
Now my people dance and laugh-
I'm discarded, wasted trash.
All the love I tried to give
was nothing more than good intent. |
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