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Category:
Action/Thriller
Waking the dead
"Do Not Disturb"
The creator of all evil
What have you done
Your eyes are on me
I'm not the trigger of you gun
It's a curse, I do not deserve
Still, picked as the one
It's not you that I serve
Misunderstood, not recognized for good
Not being his fault, yet name used in vain
It kicks my ass, as I accept all blame
The trigger on the gun of all evil
Can be squeezed, if not jambed
Will be fired, pointed or unaimed
To be tried and to be damned
The stake driven deeper, still goes unclaimed
Everything mine, seeming not to belong
There is nothing owed
All payments are made
Nothing saved, although it all stayed
Creator of all evil
Do you have all control
Does it slip from your fingers
As you teach all you know
Once in your grasp
You would like to believe
That all of your work
Would prevail and succeed
With a war on your heels
Your gain will be slowed
The trigger is jambed, when the gun points at you
But the bullet within, is still to you owed
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