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.
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