chris · Dec 6, 2011
A Hard Day's Work

Work is work
I cannot escape
Stare so hard
At those pearly gates

I wait my turn
For that dying day
Time is endless?
He makes me stay!

I wonder when
I get to leave
This fleeting life
Please, end this dream!

 
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