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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