Light, sizzle, burn
For billions of years, on and on
In darkness, somber and alone
The symbol of existence, burn!
A day will come when you are gone
A day when darkness rules them all
A night that stretches, far and bold
Across the husk of life, so dead and cold
And still you’ll spit, and still you’ll burn
Albeit for no one to appreciate, all gone
Embrace that loneliness for eons, you can’t run
We all are staring through your likeness, into the barrel of a loaded gun
Keep burning, sun!
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