The Sorrowful Sun
It never shines for the most ,
it is enshrouded by heavy, leaden
clouds.
Shines for the few extremely
well.
They shape it with great
care and it never touches
them and
the other suffer systematically.
Their shoulders never withstand
His sonorous voice .
They always seek shelter
from the rainy happiness.
Oh Lord ,Oh Lord ,i beg you,
i beg you to obliterate
the inhuman, gold.
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