The raging Sun

So, you wish to test my rage, I am your glaring Sun, 

From ages I have given life to your unprivileged world, 

Yet you question my toil, I seek no rewards in return of my favour, 

Yet you crib my heat burns your miniscule  existence, 

For if my purpose was to be an angry god, 

I would have already charred you to nothingness! 



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