You are made of the wastes of the world
You even have a particular god
Only he advises what is used to be told
Only he can save you and tell when to nod
When you have to love you hate
When you have to trust you suspect
It was easy for you to create,
But it’s hard for you to act
This god, who is the one,
Consists also of dirt
He always has fun
When due to him you are hurt
Your mind is in prison
As the consequence you are too
And so he can save everyone,
But if he wants, he will destroy all of you.
2000
A god of mood
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