Sun.

I see the sun

Turning black

And it’s never coming back

Put on the sackcloths in your head

Cover yourself with ashes

Lament the time is coming

When the world stops spinning

Swirling and twirling

Like a fire of cone spinning

Mass ejections coming

At everyone who is breathing

I saw the sun

Turned black

And it won’t ever come back

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  • Razorwind on Dec 29, 2011

    Ancient forms of morning are here. It makes me think how can joy come in the morning if the sun turns black.

  • jonmag29 on Feb 19, 2012

    yup, simply put, it’s the end of the world as we know it.

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