The sky

The sky

So high
I’m not going down
Ur hands
They are touching the clouds
Oh now
U have made me cry
Tears fall onto the grassy ground
Cos
No sun streaming away
And
We must be a thief
Just cos
We stole the sun from jesus’s hands


Oh
Love has punished us
A land without sun
Turning into ice

Its our fault
To make
The earth fill with melancholy

We are nothing
Nothing
But
Souls
Wanted to be warm

Yet

The sky
The poor sky

No stars
No moon

All darkness

We destroy it

And

God’s mad
At us

He gave
Us
A thousand thunder cracks
With
Birth of fire

To
Burn our skin
To
Vanish our purpose
To
Let our hearts go to hell

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