Creation
Creation
A drunk old man's explanation
of the beginning of creation:
a thought became a universe
beating with a wicked curse
we made a God who made us
to teach His splendid Opus
we made a heaven and hell
and sins to count and tell.
We all transition to death
rage against final breath.
Copyright © William Donovan | Year Posted 2024
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