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Mysterious Ways

Doing things for all the wrong reasons. Praised for just doing good. What about the hunger? We can be better because we know we should. It's been a mystery to me. Why evil is overlooked. You wouldn't give a rapist a chance. You should probably read your own book. I am the ultimate. I am an omega. I can do no wrong. The fear I hold buys me another day. I am the worshipped. I bring the suffering. I am never wrong. I work in mysterious ways. Cherish the gift I gave to you. But never use it. My punishment is severe. The love I have for you. Never question it. I hold the key of fear. I know it sounds maniacal and yes, abusive. Perhaps jealous and quite intrusive. Please trust me, I'm only showing you my love. I'm not angry. Even though I've killed a few. So please thank the good lord above.

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