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I'm my own God, toying around with all those disposable puppets below,

Losing all my fragile friends, creating all new feculent foes.

I'm taking innocent lives, pouring salt over a hopeless slug,

I'm in complete control, crushing the enemy like a defenseless bug.



I'm my own God, I'm the one who rings blaring bell,

No room left up here in Heaven, ergo, I must send you straight to Hell.

I'm destroying innocent souls, crushing the competition like a despondent little ant,

I'm in total control, ripping life, as you know it, in half like a delicate plant.



I'm my own God, I'm the one who holds the omnipotent sword,

Your life is in my own hands; I'm about to pull the corrupted cord.

You can't run away, you can no longer hide,

Either give in to my pain or simply join my side.



I'm my own God, I will never die,

I know the answers and the truth, yet I'm living a livid lie.

I could see all, but I'm still so hopelessly blind,

I'm a clone just like everyone else, however, the believers view me as "one of a kind".



I'm my own God, I always win,

I'm the forgiver who answers your prayers, even though I'm also living in a sin.

I think I have it made, I think this way I'll always stay,

But in the blink of an eye, even Heaven could become black and gray.



I'm my own God, I pray to myself every night,

Silently screaming and gently weeping as I stare at this terrible sight.

I feel powerless, I feel insecure today,

I've gotten caught up in my own wrath, leaving the ones I've betrayed to strip all of my power and royalty away.