Sun Is Trying To Kill Me
Sun is trying to kill me,
but it's too far,
however, it's raising our temperature bar.
Sun is trying to kill me,
but it's too weak,
Earth's atmosphere is to thick.
But that giant yellow thing is cunning,
it made us, circling, running, spinning,
it wants to kill everyone,
to be just as it was on the beginning.
I saw it, standing up on the sky
with that vengeful look on its face,
it calls it self a star, such a disgrace
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