Angry Sun

I scorch for fun
The prodigal son.
Destroying all in my midst.
Every law I break,
My family; ashamed.  
I don't take it,
Serious.
 
Im in search of lust.
For the latest trend.
All the slaves in cuffs,
Are jealous,
I am free of their revenge.
 
I roam about,
For, I am, allowed.
God creates the sin.
He casts me out,
Screams and shouts.
Through him,
I ascend.
 
Still I scorch for fun,
Like an angry sun.
I envelop all within.
Like ants on the run,
The prodigal son,
A story, that never ends.