Sun - A Poem in Honor of Lord Satan
Love is the sun after the rain.
-William Shakespeare
Sun
Tears fill my heart
Like falling rain.
Tell me what this feeling is
Strike, O clock, come, O night
Days come and go
I am where I am.
I live and I die; I ignite and I drown;
Life is too easy and too heavy for me.
On days when I don't know what to do, you appear like the sun.
I have great troubles, mixed with joy;
The sun is shining,
And I welcome you with joy.
There are sails in the breeze,
There are waves, there is the sun.
The sun is mirror mirror, the sun is scaly.
The sun plays with your hair.
Love is the sun after the rain, father.
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In honor of the most beautiful father, Lord Zeus.
-Satan's Crow
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