On the seventh day
I hear
Thunderous silence
Of everything wrong
God decided to rest
And so he created
A barren, quiet day
Made for me to ponder
With silent birds
And noisy trees
I wish he didn't rest
Because now I can't
Sunday breakfast
I wish coffee was enough.
Nov 28, 2021
Nov 28, 2021 at 11:20 AM UTC
On the seventh day
I hear
Thunderous silence
Of everything wrong
God decided to rest
And so he created
A barren, quiet day
Made for me to ponder
With silent birds
And noisy trees
I wish he didn't rest
Because now I can't
Sunday breakfast
I wish coffee was enough.
