king where art thou
leave the people blind
cold with fear of the dark
hidden once before
the skies that are real
feel surreal
the sky, she watches us
eyes to intense for tongue's word
the soft blue we knew her as
is now a blanket of death
everybody feels it.
we light our homes to escape her touch
she whispers in our ears
so we are not to wake
from deep slumbers
the chills claw and bleed down the spine
little by little she tortures us
wounding but never killing
she like the suffering
the pain, our cries and prayers
O sun return to us
O sun return us
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