By His Hands / Original: Sunday, November 1, 2009 at 7:54pm
Through the chaos I create and disable
Derive the pleasure from my property of them
Ruin and produce and control the disorder
Decide their options and declare the border
By movement of finger they die or being born
Green hills or a desert or an ocean to live
Generate the present and writing the past
And future, to let it exist I just want their trust
Oh, there is a problem below my hands
Seems to be war or an atomic event
Well, sometimes by no choice I go nutsI delete their world and kick to grave their butts
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