Literature
Thoughts of a Murderer
You say you're a man of God,
always preaching to others about how they shall rot!
Take a look at yourself,
you're a sinner, and only harm have you dealt.
You call me a queen,
you challenge my thought process, as if you actually know.
A queen you say?
Then I have a question if I may.
Would you not bow before a queen?
Would you not make sure she was happy?
After all as I recall, we do have power over all.
Yet, you say the queen is never pleased!
Let me turn your little metaphor into a reality, shall I?
Strings are bound to my arms,
I dance in this endless cycle of life,
I dance a puppet for you, him, her, them, and never I.
No matter how worn