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Stab me once,
and the walls fade.
Stab me twice,
the air now thins.
third time blood is pouring out,
you become transparent.
a stab in your own neck
makes it stop,
from your own beloved who wanted
to live.
Exiled now to a land of death,
exactly as i foretold it.
For I'm the one who controls all,
who writes the tale of your life.
I am the creator,
i die and you all die.
at a young age,
to me power was bestowed.
and now all worlds and realms,
lay in my hands.
All eternity,
which i can destroy any time.
i am not god,
for there is no god.
just someone who'll put you,
in your place.
and i shall lead,
or take your lives.
or do whatever i damn well please.
I write your tale and everyone elses.
so you'll wish to stay in my favor,
or i might just not let you live.
for this is not life,
its just a big story.
A pharie tale,
made from my mind.
if i wish it,
everything can be gone.
Just like that,
for i have immense power.
so don't kill me or even think of it.
since i'm the Heirophant,
I'll have the last laugh.


my first poem in my journal. judge it how you want.