by Blake River
Inspired by the blood red sun I saw a couple of days ago...
|Red sun, red sun,
Look and see the red sun,
It signals how we're dead, son.
Deeply breathe the flaming skies,
With painful eyes, we realize,
Our own grandeur brought demise.
The red sun never, ever lies,
With hateful eyes ignores our cries,
Of what we've done to our own skies.
Red sun sings to us to run,
Signals how our world is done.
Gender revealed, the sky concealed
With the flames of your newly undead son.