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 On the seventh

He tried to sleep

With that ever present thought

Screaming of a far away conclusion

Out of his reach.

On the seventh

He wished to dream

Blissful in his own self

Unaware of the outside

On the seventh

He would wake up

To find another today

Asking how dare he wish to dream

On the seventh

He created what he lost

Built what was never there

And said another goodbye.

On this seventh

He asked once again

For the will

The strength

He doesn't hold

And he begged

On the seventh day he did not rest.

He could never.

He would never.