The sun may one day set on man

For all the things done by his hand

Most of which are good and gay

But some which only wither or decay

A world once new, born from a star

The same observing from afar

As the mortals down below

Chaos, reap, and discord, sows

This star is worshipped for a time

Meager offerings and shrines

It doesn’t care for mankind’s gifts

As time revolves the sunlight lifts

Now this world is bright with flame

Lit up, not one lone man to blame

They’ve learned that sunlight, yet sublime

Must be harnessed, held and primed

A live grenade of solar beams

Within man’s hand, and thus he deems

It’s time to start the end of Earth

And destroy with sun, all creation, henceforth

And still the sun watches from beyond

As humans slaughter their own blood

The sun’s grown weary as it sees

As man squanders the light it brings

The sun one day may set on man

And yet it brightens scarred, torn land

As even though it’s worn away

The sun always rises, day after day