Friday, March 4, 2016

Worship the Sun

The sun loves me.

He touches me.

Delicately.

Caressing.

Unconditionally
loving
all of my heart
and soul.

I close my eyes
and feel him
all around me,
penetrating me,
setting my bones
on fire.

When I open them,
I look around
and feel used,

He's a whore.

He does this
to everyone.

And we all
love him back.

He gives
and gives
and gives.

Asking nothing
in return.

Well,
there is one
rule
we must
obey.

We are required
by natural law
to constantly
shit
on albinos.

He hates them
with all of his might.

This is why
they burn
in his light.

They are a
despicable race
in his fiery eyes.

I wish I could,
but I can't doubt
his wisdom.

They deserve to be
burned
alive.

Who do they thing
they are?

All white
and pure.

Do they thing
they're
God?

No.

The sun is God.

They
are bird shit.