place,
That is what they always say on that
Sunday.
What if I don't feel like rejoicing this
fairy tale,
What if I have better things to do like
sleep?
There is nothing really that I can
rejoice,
For, no good has ever come from the
"almighty one".
How come we should waste our time
praising a ghost,
When the bastard can't even cut my
weakened strings?
So now I have decided I shall do it this
lovely morning.