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Jan 2018
I created their sun and they shall thank me for the light

I created darkness and they shall thank me for the night

I created breath and they shall thank me for the right

I created love and they shall thank me when it dies

I created hate and they shall thank me when it ignites

I created misery and they shall thank me when they cry

I created death but they shall thank me for the time

For I created all so I must consume all of their lives
Savannah
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