Bluer Skies
You find your joy in the storms you create,
the pain you cause and the lives you destroy
This world is no more than your emotional playground,
The souls of men are your favorite toy
You play your games which have no rules
Making puppets of men who serve as your fools
I’ve studied your ways and learned them well
No angel from heaven you’re a demon from hell
You’ve had your fun with my lessons learned
Now I’m free from your grasp and the table’s turned
I see the truth with much wiser eyes
And since moved on to bluer sky’s
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