How hard hammering away
At a nickel
The 5 cents of your Day it was worth
The less it’s worth now
The gods
Non-existent
The idols
Unworthy
They so wanted This
How hard hammering away
At a nickel
The 5 cents of your Day it was worth
The less it’s worth now
The gods
Non-existent
The idols
Unworthy
They so wanted This
Thursdays I think
Until then
Do not touch
Lest you strike the thunderous chord immediately adjacent to all that deep upon where you dare not trespass
Fly ’til Thursday then
Silent eyes
Open cry