David The slave of death
If I could judge the people of this world like GOD i'd truly be invincible.
The ones with out respect for themselves will burn.
Children that have been lost to violence would be avenged.
With a simple thought I could destroy the unruly and disorderly.
I would be not praised but feared as a demon of complete destruction.
That's wrong, i should be acknowledged as a savor and a friend of the innocent and weak.
If you're to weak i'd take you out of your misery with a second thought.
I leave you with the will of a weakened and powerless soul.
If I thought about it.....You'd be dead!
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