The Wisdom of the Sun

In a night where the sons of sons sat under the stars My father’s father told the sons of the wisdom of the sun The beauty of the world is beheld in who we love To live and to die they are all we try to have A feeling that we love, that we are loved by the one The one who breaks our heart, our souls they starve The one you love will never love enough In the same night when the sons of sons sat under the stars My father told the sons of the wisdom of the sun The eyesore of the world is our love of the mirror Our confidence constructed on a surface of silver Our charity creeps from the mountain of useless surplus Just so they say we are as kind as they say they are We sweat and sin just that we see them sin and sweat The only love we trust is love by us, for us, by things like us Still on that night when the sons of sons sat under the stars I told the sons of the wisdom of the sun The fairness of the world lies in forgiveness and sin We all are sons from sin and of sin We all are looking for a little peace just so we could sit Always going everywhere and heading nowhere Searching for atonement through the accursed So we made God from our trepidation for our own redemption On that night when the sons of sons sat under the stars The son of sons told the sons of the wisdom of the sun The plainness of the world is found in unsocial socializations We are all alone, our tears are our accomplice They teach us to be us yet they don’t know us They create us in the image of their exalted desires We are a canvas painted in their own narcissi Brushed in a light so dark hoping we get drawn for them