Our Moon Eclipses the Sun


That old sun god
is the devil.
Below earth's sod
resides no evil.
All vile enter
the hottest spot,
the true center,
the melting pot,
of our orbit.
If fate is dire
past your obit
you'll meet its fire.

While heaven's sphere
which orbits earth
is very near
for our rebirth.
Its name is moon
and its promise
is in a tune
that offers bliss,
not in its dunes
which we might kiss.
So when one croons
it's not amiss.

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