I'm supposed to write something funny
But words refuse to come to me;
What right do these words have I wonder-
They exist only because they exist within me!
Yet you worship the Creator and kill in his name
While the creator himself is merely a slave;
Slave to the whims of the world you think he created-
And yet, as words play their part, Poets rise to fame!
But words refuse to come to me;
What right do these words have I wonder-
They exist only because they exist within me!
Yet you worship the Creator and kill in his name
While the creator himself is merely a slave;
Slave to the whims of the world you think he created-
And yet, as words play their part, Poets rise to fame!
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