So much darkness in the day,
I feel the need to turn away.
There is progression in the human race,
Yet with it I see decline in grace.
So much sorrow, so much hate,
There is rage and there is rape.
My sister in the dead of night,
Sees even more than in the light.
I grow weary of the human race,
from their actions I turn my face.
By Ancient Egypt I was revered,
now by humans I will be feared.
From my burning gaze they will run,
to no avail, for I am the Sun.
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