I tower above you all.
Watching closely with contempt and hate.
Ready to deliver a horrible fate.
I'm so displeased with you worthless ticks and fleas.
I am a god now worship me.
I'm better than you.
I matter so much more than you.
When are you humble peasants going to realize you're only ants.
You should beg for my devotion and care.
Protection and love,
yet you only dare to incur my wrath,
my anger and spite.
Soon you'll feel my awesome spite.
You won't withstand what I behold.
Tearing down mountains and drying rivers with every card I hold.
You brought it on yourselves you see.
I'm a God before you now begin to flee.
My patience is up,
my love is through.
Now it's time to do unto you.
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