Published on: Wed Mar 25
Through desecrated skies I see a glimpse.
Sparkling regardless of the lights planted.
Around me always your alluring blinks.
Making patterns as I am enchanted.
Born from rocks in the void, I am a brute.
As our compass in the dark, direct us.
Worship the great sun, her light leaves me mute.
And to me it was ever so precious.
The foundation is uprooted. I burn.
Breaths of billions heading for cessation.
All in a desperate refusal to learn.
My children yearn for my cremation.
Let me turn ablaze before they do.
And I will join the stars in the view.