Divine Disintervention

I don’t trust the angels They must have stolen my sun I have worked so hard , done so much I am so tired I am on my last blood No sweat left, If I cry I Die No luck left, I traded it for life No shelter , No moon, No Love No God, I am always cold Trudging towards death The sands are not halfway done If I meet the angel who stole my sun I will strangle them with my bare arms I will not listen to whatever lessons I needed to learn I will hang them at the pearly gates To appease those ho lived in darkness And to protect those who are yet to lose the sun I don’t trust these angels I am sure they stole my sun.