Pfuff, and it's done
Why do You have so much control?
What happens if you end up at the wrong end of a stick?
Would we be stuck there until You remove us?
Why You have that much power?
I don't think You should have power over anyone
It's just not right
I think people should make their own decisions
And only when they decide to let You make decisions for them
Then You intervene
But what do I know?
I only say what I observed and went through with You
You have the ultimate control anyway
Why do You have to prove?
I don't get it
And I will never get it
When do You ever get it?
Just kidding God
You can do whatever
Just don't put me at the wrong end of the stick, okay?
the wrong end of the stick was got,
it did not take an awful lot,
the words that were misunderstood,
how could she get it wrong, many would,
completely got this one wrong,
the beginnings of an ugly song,
that would spiral out of control,
now those words are on a roll,
down a path they will be lead,
instead of being put to bed,
but its kept alive much, much longer,
the words are getting stronger and stronger,
gaining meaning, shape and size,
others will try to summarise,
what to interpret from this situation,
relatives, friends on a word creation,
adding their bit to the group,
a never ending sentence loop.
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