On the 8th Day


On the 8th Day

God crushed creation

He had held it in his hand

Just to start all over

Bring it forth again

On the second 7th Day

God rested

Admired what he done

Man had other ideas

Blinded by money and power

The wars had just begun

On the second 8th Day

God crushed creation

Only to start it over again

But the human condition was critical

To kill and crush and quell

Not even God

Could rectify the eternal hell

On the third 7th Day

God rested realizing what he had done

The will of man works in both ways

Evil and righteousness

Free will at stake

The center line was drawn.


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We wanted more

Of what, we were not sure

But we wanted more

More money

More power

More fame

Sensation never goes away

Call us Capitalists

Call us the Depraved

The more we received

The more we craved

More answers

More questions

More disillusions

We had too much

What we received

Only leads to wanting more.



Slave to the Grind


Slavery is alive and well,

Find yourself in your own personal hell,

Drugs and alcohol,

Money and trade,

Each one an addition,

To something we are a slave,

We’ll burn the midnight oil,

To chase away the pain,

Memories to be forgotten,

Just one hit makes it go away,

Or with riches in our eyes,

Looking for something to gain,

We want and we must,

Foolishly thinking happiness is in lust,

We try and try,

Just to make it another day,

The sands of time now eroded,

Regretting it is too late,

We lived our life away.