The sun fell today,
Its great power gone,
How will we live,
How'll we move on?
It's ashes are everywhere,
Every corner you see,
Maybe it's a plan,
One plan of three.
The first is the sun,
It goes down and is dead,
Second is the ocean,
Its flow will be red,
The third is horrifying I cannot even say,
The third makes me tremble,
The third is a play.
A play with no ending,
A play with no start,
A play where the middle'S
The only part,
A play where the actors are faceless and blind,
They are inhuman and blank,
Type of human, new kind.
They still continue to act,
Even with the fall of man,
Three steps that will kill,
That was the plan.
What if it stopped, by words written from me,
You sit still on your computer,
Unable to see,
See that to live you must read and recite,
Then understand it all,
Prepare for the fight,
Against those who act, they are real and are fake,
Make up your mind,
For all our sake,
Real and fake,
Oxymoron you say,
Who cares, who cares,
Its just a play.
