I live in the light of a purple sun, waters deep, oceans black, hurricanes glow red with their own light. ****’s madness rules with no mercy in sight. Wretched souls rise with the tide then swallowed whole by the purple sun’s light The soul cry for peace but receive only carnage and hate. What god approves this madness? Greatness born and dies in filth and mud. No honor to the dead and the living becomes a disease.