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Their Cruel God
My violent thoughts a plenty,
Words written,
Painting pictures of pain,
Agony endless.
I have them scream and cry,
Beg and bargain,
It never ends.
I am their god,
Their devil too,
Telling them how to live their life,
choices to make,
They are mine.
From my mind they came to be,
With my hands I breath life,
Some times they rebel,
Tell me enough is enough,
Aand thus my block begins.
They are my characters,
My toys and play things,
Many love them,
Many don't.
They are the tools I use,
To let it all out,
And Oh how I adore them so.
