I have asked my name of the whisper god
But will pray it loudly and with violence
For there is among people a certain deceptiveness
Which cannot be hidden and the whisper god
Is too kind with it to be tolerated
Nor can his hand be trusted to do
As would be satisfying for me.
Though there is nothing he cannot do,
He would tolerate this thing which I am
And let me make him weak and foolish
And a servant of my pleasure.
He will hear the horrible things which roll my drums
And march on trembling legs to my glory.
Thus he will be my greatness and
All shall fall in fear and death before me.
I will fight to raise myself up and
He will be the battle cry my crowd will yell.
As I have watched his faithful minions
Shame themselves with sin and pride,
I have heard my deepest longing
Gurgled with their dying breath.
The pack of little dogs that bite from fear
Inspired me to power this year.
As for his eternal glory,
We will have our day this morning.
My short heaven will only be
The hell I create now.
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Humans are scary and destructive and we all play a part even if it's only turning up the heat instead of putting on that extra jumper. this line really hung on after reading 'My short heaven will only be
The hell I create now.'we are definately the creatures who create our own Hell
Yes Sue, we are indeed a scary breed!
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