A DAMNING POEM

I will get the sun
Remove it
Not to estimate its worth or to rearrange the lighting
No

I will get the sun and reduce its size to that of my fist
Then I will hit you with it
And watch your ugly nose burn
To its core

there is no personal god and there is no personal soul
But the evil, the evil in YOU
it has grown so much that it’s now real
Real just like some real firewood

I will now get the sun
Remove it
Reduce it
I will hit you with its Light, and you will burn. Damn you!

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[Picture: Sun by reading_is_dangerous]