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...Six days a week we live under Satan's sadistic spell in a sinful shade of gray,

Painfully praying for the sun to blissfully shine on our dark, demonic dreams and the storm clouds in our hollow heads to sever at the sutures on Sunday...



Monday momentarily mourns for us manufactured mannequins because again color is taken hostage and turned into black and white,

Tuesday tragically tells its terrible tale of a colorblind world that drowns in an ocean of acid tears when Eden eyes envision this satanic, serpentine sight.

Wednesday wretchedly wonders why Heaven happens to holiday all but one day of the wicked week,

Thursday transforms into terrible turmoil and toxic thunderstorms that taciturnly speak.

Friday forever floods with fear while faith and forgiveness forfeit their freedom and fade far, far away,

Saturday silently screams for salvation and will soon surrender if the sun doesn't rise the following day.

Sunday smiles like a saint when we congregate under the cross and keep an open ear to the tainted lies,

As soon as society receives the Holy blood and daily bread, the sun once again vanishes beyond the horizon and redemption drastically and deplorably dies.



...Seven days a week in our minds we live in a poisoned planet of another day, another shade of gray,

Feeling the scorching sun set our shattered souls ablaze as we dejectedly bury tomorrow today...