The Legend of Met (Sin 1)
" W as it an accident You were born God, not I? I want gods to me bent. Who should be God but I? "Lucifer was all right: No place for You at top For me, there should be might; Some to rise, some to drop. "Angels, demons, and folk To me bow down, swear, "Met!" To turn soft as egg yolks Under my hands, my net. "To this, that, at a whim. Worlds, stars, darkness, or light; Subject to me, bright or dim; To play the role of sprite. "Striving men go, good, bad; Doesn't matter to me. Snap! One alive,... Sign in to see full entry.