It is approaching...the Last Day of the Sun. Sooner or Later this was bound to happen as we have fought to replace the sun causing it to Let it All Bleed Out. The joy, love, and life it brings. The people held up their Rawkfist and decided they'd rather be on the Wrong Side of Heaven instead of biting the bullet and Pay Your Enemy. Its Roots were to keep the creatures of Earth Awake & Alive. We denied those roots when we proudly brought forth our Knives & Pens and try to negotiate it and when that didn't work, we tried to threaten it. Technology can't replace the sun. That was the threat. What was the mindset to which this could've been possible. Sun, we wanted to Stuck in Your Head but now that's impossible after our incomprehensible conquering. These days are becoming bitter after the Sun got lost following its defeat. Somebody Else has to find it. It is too late for me to do so. I know where the Sun's stashed itself away. To think of the Sun as a physical subject that can find a retreat is madness but look to the Eastside on the corners of Knives & Pen Ave within the Heavens Heights Apartment in Room 138. Doesn't matter if you find it for our victorious celebration still tastes like the bitter embers of what heat once could enlighten.
