What the hell
this ringing bell!
And it's already set
O'clock at seven!
Too short these fully things
useless day to living!
Tomorrow, yes
I'll shoot that lazy Sun,
Just around for its own fun!
I'll believe only in that God
Who'll let me have a second shot!
Morning, thanks, no bless!
I'd use all my known words
And a bit more
To stop the turn
Of this nowhere running World!
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