I'll mold this world in my hands,
Pick apart the pieces of evil
Crush them between my fingers
And blow them away
Like powdered glass
Into the eyes of my shadow.
Press it down with my thumb,
With God-like strength
Erupting from my fragile human form.
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 8:31 AM UTC
I'll mold this world in my hands,
Pick apart the pieces of evil
Crush them between my fingers
And blow them away
Like powdered glass
Into the eyes of my shadow.
Press it down with my thumb,
With God-like strength
Erupting from my fragile human form.
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