Day one light and dark
solid the opposite of chaos
the opposite of static, spark
day two continents and sea
I’ll seize the high ground
if you’ll just create it for me
Day three
all stars in the sky
something for to look up longing
always ever passing us by
day four every growing thing
who’d guess some would cause such problems
who knows maybe they started the whole thing
day five, creatures of land sea and air
probably should have stopped
it would be so peaceful out there
day six boom we make the scene
some say chicken some say egg
I say the division’s clean
day seven every work must cease
crashed exhausted maybe
the closest thing we ever got to peace
what
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