Atmosphere

The soul of the sky lie 
Besmeared & torn 
The horizon up high 
Below I lie forlorn 
From the atmosphere once upright 
I was born 
The followers of light, uncontrite 
Have ripped 
The hole up high in the sky 
To chase the sun 
Darkness they took as I overlook 
With scorn 
Followers of the sun 
Revealed starkness 
Their son is dead 
I baptize with darkness