My Story
I use it all.
The big for small,
The stopped to start,
The inseparable to part.
Without a thought
I change cold to hot
And night into day
In much the same way
As I make cynics pray
And the rebellious obey.
With a wave of my hand
Tiny streams split the land,
Scores of angels take flight,
Every wrong becomes right.
And as the sun dims
To the least of my whims,
I turn back the pages
To where it all begins.
Where men in black
Pay for lives filled with sin.
And I ride into the sunset
Knowing the good guys will win.
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