How To Write Pretentious Poetry and Meet Beautiful People
I am god.
I have destroyed all that is evil, and all that is good.
Remaining is the past.
The past is so full of potential, don't you think?
It retains your thoughts, your whims, your sins.
Everything about you, in my filing cabinet.
Every time you've lied, every time you've rubbed one out.
I know every girl you've thought of. The guys, too.
Your 3rd grade teacher, really?
It's all in the past.
It's all between my eyes.
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