I AM THE GOD NOW.

they made me
I am the God.
I revived in the eyes of my cwellere, 
I fitted the profile. 
Now I am the Lord. 

I was nobody,
An invisible—
Or more like a shadow,
A dark silhouette
They walked over and over.
 
And when I transformed into someone sometimes,
My presence was like a barb;
It did less good but more harm.

As I am God now—
I still don't grasp the concept:
How could it possibly happen?

A peculiar child,
Aberrant and more wild,
In the crowd of killers, she managed to hide.

But they got her,
Got me.
And I died.

The sinister faces,
I couldn’t satisfy—
'Cause like the Phoenix, I revive.

I no longer remained me.
A bewitching face they saw,
Instead of those scars.
Oh, I became the northern star.

That wasn't all that happened.
As they heard my voice,
They knelt before me—with their free choice.
But,
They lusted too—that remained unvoiced.

As I rose from the dead,
A different way it led.
I am the Lord amongst the ones who ripped me with the blade.
The one they made. 

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