On the seventh day God rests
Could have been Monday
For all we know
What a lifeless, godless day
Like the assholes
Running the world today
You turn your back on us
Leaving us to our own devices
And you dare to decree
No picking the apple
From the blessed tree
Just fucking watch us
As we feast on your labours
And bring to an end
The dominion of man
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
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