The cruel sun

It may be day but I refuse to shine

The jaundiced sky has stolen what was mine

I am angry, I will burn your corn

I will kill your beasts and those unborn

I will burn your skin and cancer form

I forgive noone I create storms

I welcome comments and criticism

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