The Legend of Met (Sin 26)
"This is not Your darn hour. No, no, I hold control. 'Tis my hour for power, O'er You; others also. "I say 'chomp'; they chomp down; They hate it, but they heed. I thrash; faces I pound. They squirm, howl, beg, and plead " But respite is denied. I do it as relish. Cruel power reside. No reason; I'm selfish, "But goods fall my way still. Money, treasure, prime loot. Tremors, bribes are a great thrill. Sheer reward, too: Blood oozed. "Others 'neath me I crave. I drive them to hard work, For they... Sign in to see full entry.