by Anonymous
(Somewhere on Earth)

The rain is shining on this day
The sun is falling down
The jester finds the fallen sun
And wears it as a crown
He thinks it makes him royalty
But still he's just a clown
Never knowing of the war
That takes place above his head
Suns are falling to the ground
Because the gods are dead

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