Identity Theft
Who are you that
You think I am able to make
The messed-up tiny world called
Earth into a place
Where I can live?
I want to see that you
Have a long goodbye before I send
My son back.
If you all try and give me
A long time away again
Then you all shall
See that I am a gentle
And ungenerous leader
So you had better give me the time.
For if you don’t
It will seem that you are all
Ready to elope with the Devil and
That means a long time in the prison
Called the Styx.
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