Sun Spot

And that we must be the ones we hate
Become I, slave to the weary state
A captain of virtue leads his men
Into the abyss that's always been
O star, a dream from a long-off past
It is doomed to die, the die is cast
Hostile flames scorch across the gray bow
The men wonder why, they wonder how
See with time, the world becomes clear
Before the end approaches here, near
A poor man speaks to his earthly god
As reality, upon him trod
For as Captain, he's not to be led
He'd rather have the sun die instead.

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