No god
Would dare step to me
All of the gods
Tremble before focused hands
The only god I worship
Is the body in which I inhabit
The gods
Think their so mighty
Because they have made me bleed
But what will they do
When they find out
Just how much gods can bleed too?
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The Complete Chronological Works
PoetryStarted early 2018 ⚠️TRIGGER WARNINGS⚠️ - sexual assault mentions - suicide mentions - self harm mentions - themes of depression - themes of anxiety
