i made angels
fall and go
to hell
just so they could
have me
for a few minutes
i made them sin
for my own
desires
i made gods
bow and kneel
and lose
theirs thrones
to be on
my good side
i made them weak
for my own
whims
i made demons
beg and cry
in humiliation
pleading for more
wishing to be
mine forever
i made them worse
for my own
pleasure
i made humans
envy my body
and mind
or desire to
just be in my
presence
i made them angry
for my own
entertainment
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encore en vie
Poetrythe fantastic never seemed so common, the beautiful has never been more equal, life has never been more ordinary, and I've never been so confused, so I wrote.
