Saturated sun (poetry)

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The sun did not rise this morning
Not because he is angry
He was just tired of playing
Or maybe he was preparing to something

      Everyone is busy blaming
      As if they were all saints
      Innocent, impeccable and perfect
      Even though their hearts are rotten

The sun still doesn't appear
now everything is clear
That the sun does not need humans
But we are too proud and arrogant

      The sun stopped rising forever
      Humans pray together
      But everything is too late
      Humans die, the sun is still there.