Atmosphere

The soul of the sky lie

Besmeared and torn

The horizon up high

Below I lie forlorn

From the atmosphere once unbright

I was born

The followers of light, uncontrite

Have ripped

The hole up high in the sky

To chase the sun

Darkness they took as I overlook

With scorn

Followers of the sun

Revealed starkness

Their son is dead

I baptize with darkness