| No God will claim this garden
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| Too sickening to the eyes to see this
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| Long ignored my words of warning
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| From the world I built, erased
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| So it shall know no peace in my time
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| In absence of my voice for guidance
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| In the absence of my hand and whip
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| Grew the absence of the knowing
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| Unknowing
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| Grew the absence and grew the festering
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| A boiling abscess that
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| Was sure to burst with failure
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| From a distance I have observed
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| Minding my slaves like children
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| Absorbing your petty struggles
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| Disgusted by your petty lives
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| I have witnessed your sleight of hand
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| I was betrayed by you many times
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| I have craved to bring forth my vengeance
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| I have yearned to dismantle this
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| World of unfathomed treasures
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| This garden disgraced by man
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| Your ways despised by beasts and gods alike
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| All gods agree your ways must end
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| They have waited long to see this
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| You claim to not need my guidance
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| Yet you reach for my hand and plead
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| Obsessed with your futile struggles
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| You are mistaken to think I feel
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| From a distance I have observed
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| Minding my slaves like children
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| Absorbing your petty strife
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| Disgusted by your petty life
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| All gods have left this garden
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| These gods have left in shame
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| Dismissed and long forgotten
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| This world of useless being
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| This endless festering |