Even The Sun Too Knows The Beauty Of Living

even the sun too knows the beauty of living, how blood of christ rinses unclean soul, how chicken ballads southern wind as it bewrays her pink anus. there is a child in the forest of desire, searching himself under scorching sun. grieving the lost of his motherland in the womb of wild night. the sun knows the beauty of living, the bitterness of losing hope to shine, as the army of thick clouds blow the trumpet of division. there is an almond tree growing here, flowering although the weather is harsh. she refuses to ballad this elegy. she fights to break the chain of influence. as the sun is still rising, and the world holds you still, break the cage, set the world free, you are the sun shining still after heavy rain. the mountain is only high for those who fear to fall, and too short for those who aim higher in life.