Priest Of The Rising Sun!

He doesn't know

That he is a sun himself

Because he is wandering in darkness

Mourning in the allure of dark night 

Seeking the darkness of sin in blind rooms

Excessive greed

And from the black hole of illicit wealth

Eyes wide open 

He is the priest of the rising sun

Sleeps, suppresses the light within him

Why wander in the dark?

Soft silence of the secretive night 

With the sound of curls of dancing chains

The phoenix rises from ashes

And from the soft songs of 

Those syrupy anklets 

He fills the wine glass and 

Sips the cocktail of love 

And humiliates love itself

He blows the treasure of his

Honor in the pool of money

He wastes his honor and dignity

My sun is constantly in 

The shadow of an eclipse

He worships the rising sun

Not just the sun but black holes

If even the sun falls in them

Then it becomes blind and 

Becomes a priest

But I'm waiting for 

The time to come

Black holes also slow down 

The rotation of time

This time will pass and 

The sun will come back to me

Let me take light from it

And let it shine on me.