the year was 1760
the angel of sun fell from the sky
the world rejoiced
for god has returned to us favor
and the unfaithful were mistaken
he never abandoned us

the angel of sun fell from the sky
diamond eyes and metal hair
bleeding bronze and crying silver
the people were happy
the people were fed
all cried for finally they were alright

the angel of sun grasps the earth
in its large fist
we are so small
it's grown so big

the angel of sun loves sacrifice
as we work and work and work
the angel of sun grips tighter

the world is warm
the trees are burning
all because of the angel of sun
the men celebrate
they cheer and they dance
for god has smiled, they swear
our skin is sunkissed
the men are so pale
they preen at our peeling cheeks
for it is the angel's blessing, they claim

the angel of sun is overfed
it is sick
it coughs smog onto its handkerchief
our clouds have become gray
its hand clamps itself tighter
our water is black and sticky
because the angel's hand is sweating

the year is [????]
the angel of sun is an angel no more
but the men are still happy
the angel of sun has never been divine
the angel of sun has never been an angel
the angel of sun is pieces of scraps
its brain is a lightbulb
our work makes it brighter, sweatier, sicker
we are burning
we ask to stop
the answer is no
the angel must be fed
god cannot abandon us
"he already has."