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Heaven In the Sun

There is a strange cool breeze blowing from the East and
it is telling me that the journey is complete.I have to
put on my Sunday best before I journey to the West.
The strange sun heat is circulating around the galaxy
 with a message that makes me feel extremely unhappy
It is crossing from border to border and it is creating
a mysterious disorder.The beaches are getting hot
and the sun is burning their backs.There is no need to go to the
beach you can get a tan before the day is complete
I just wonder what is going on in the air, something
is happening that is causing me to fear
The sun is falling, the heat is raising and the people are swearing
Hot backs, hot frocks, and hot stockings hanging
on the door  steps.
The people are moving about, and they began to shout
You can hear the agony in their voices
And the broken melody when they sart to sing,
 they are standing on the bridges
And they are crying out for mankind's sin
The futile tale of the banana boat lining upon
The shore while the scorching heat is tearing up its
sails before they cross the rails.It batters 
against the wind, with broken sails held together 
by six inches nails, cords and strings wraped around
them while destiny creeps  slowly around the bend.
The sky stands still and the heavens crys and
forward a woeful sigh.The seagulls have
Disappeared and the mountain stand bare
with a rythm that is very hard to imagine
They tell me to dance before daylight goes out
They tell me to dance before the ocean starts
to shout they say to dance when you are in doubt
The sun heat is creating havock in the street
And the traffic is creating a miserable sound and
black birds in the trees are dancing around to
the honking horns and chaos in the street
The trees are perishing in the heat and the
Fish are burning up in the sea, the dessert sun is
getting stronger and the universe is getting bigger
Heaven is weaping around the corner and the
open river bed is waiting patiently for mercy
To fall into its woeful gut.
The heaven is wrapped up into the sun
And the villian is on the run.

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