Sunrape

Motto: It’s 5.40 A.M. Now it is definitely sure that sunrise will come no more…

Veil the face of Sun, as dead being it is

And hide your tears, it can’t help

Blood drips down of sky, that stars cry

A knife torn the clouds‘ smiles

With hatred

And thousands of penises

Tear the heaven asunder

Mourn…

Sun violation, dying in the cage

Of our insidious, vile hearts

There‘s no shine to enlighten

My defeated mind

A golden disc,

The face of thousands gods

Fades away attacked

By greedy heavenly industry

Sunrape, purge of celestial mechanics

So annoying, ruining, hacking, burning

Moon’s drowning in grief,

Brutally plundered

As a whore after enforced coitus,

With blood in hair

The calm rain washes away slowly.

Shattered to light myriads

The Sun in blood of worlds disappears

Raped, humiliated, exploited, scrubbed

My blind eyes fumble

About things were before

And thousands of penises

Tear the Universe asunder

Moan…

A godless victory of the spoiled

Over harmony

No tone will sound as before

Heavens twist to horrendous grin

And malice

Of that fiery ethereal face is palpable

As it says: „It’s the sunrape!“

Cry…