Angry with the sun - Congress

Eleven thousand degrees burning on our heads.

Can you take the heat or do

You clench your fist to the sky?

Where to run when the rays destroy and

Where to run when the wells are dry?

We are only satisfied when the rain is

Pouring.

We can only sleep when the moist is nourishing.

The sun has spoiled

Our land, turned the wine to vinegar.

The roots are rotting and the leafs

Are falling.

Artificial culture saved our land, force-fed by human hands

Exhausting forces cannot resist the ongoing destruction of the planet

Drained illusions, endangered species, the screams never reach the surface

God cries divine tears, wheeping from these human fears.

The water is

Finally pouring down, the solution in which we all drown.

No more land to

Waste, no more tears to choke.

An iccold breath meant the planet’s death.

In

The end, we’re running naked to the frost