The red sun rising burns each day in fire

The red sun rising burns  this  day with fire
The terrible,  so strong it   burn  the sea
It torments   human fuses  s on  that wire

What would be  of service in a pyre?
Bring your wood, I am a witch,no plea.
The red sun rising burns  this  day in fire

I tell the truth as much as I aspire
Inconstant to my  feelings I shall be
I feel tormented ,fried by copper wires

The brightness of the sun hits at desire.
I long to feel   great loving arms  snatch me
The red sun rising burns  each day in fire

Read as  message from a  new Messiah
Or prophet in the wilds of history.
I feel afraid   for who plugs in   the wires?

What will come,a slouching beast  we see.
From Bethlehem he  slithers as  we flee
The red sun rising lights this   world in fire
Now, every day ,we’re scorched by funeral pyres.