Another weird dark poem

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The parents bury their daughter
In a draggy pace
Behind the shadows I watch
But with a smile on my face

Looking back on what happened
It wasn't an easy feat
First used the knife 
Then I kicked,slapped and I beat.

Delighted with my work
That laid motionless on the bed
For the final touch
I carved my mark on her forehead

Everyone is afraid
Away from this town people flee
They change their once stable lives
And it's all because of me!

I control people's lives
Now I will never get bored
I feel so powerful
I think that... I am God

I'm never going to stop.

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