The Sun's Revenge

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Glass icons shatter,

The slow spilling of blood

For a place in the sun.

She is the crook, she is the flail,

And she'll destroy you without fail.

Your smoky soul billows

Like a mountain's breath

Gleaming with the ungodly gold

Of abandoned dreams.

Lady Blacksmith Sun

Hammers you in the screaming sand

Without a smile--

You will never forget

Her touch. 

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