The angels checked their
watches
Which they had neglected to wind
Since the Battle of the Crater.
"6:43, exactly," God muttered
As he shrugged into His coat;
"Make a note of it." They left
And the small gods whispered
I might want to wake up.
Which they had neglected to wind
Since the Battle of the Crater.
"6:43, exactly," God muttered
As he shrugged into His coat;
"Make a note of it." They left
And the small gods whispered
I might want to wake up.
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