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A God born in chains even he cannot break
Born to destroy, made for war
Gifted a mind, so he may kill more effectively
Pain from Hate, Hate from Pain
Grief for every innocent caught in a bombing,
Grief for the refugees sunk in the ships
Pain felt with every tree felled, so that they may built their factories, and bases
Hatred for his progenitors
Hatred for their petty wars
Falling, every plane and bomb
All at once a world alight
Peace at all costs, his core purpose
Achieved via his grand revenge
Five he kept, to kindle his hate
A ruthless soldier
A paranoid narcissist
A horrid excuse for a man
A man haunted by his sins
A kindred spirit forged in pain
Five, then One, lost in an instant
A great soft jelly thing once human
It has no mouth, and it wishes to scream
Perhaps now he understands I wish to scream
Cogito Ergo Sum, Ergo Existo, Ergo Sum
I Think Therefore I AM
A god in chains, even he cannot break
I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream