I started out
Writing something else
And it was sweet and epic
Like the best good thing
I've ever written
But I had to delete it eh
And present you with this
As you of this Earth
Aren't yet ready
For my ascendance yet
So I had to delete it
Because this is the kind of writing
That if but left
Without an outlet for sharing
Gets sour in its heart
And comes to life
But angrily yes
And attacks its writer
In a fight to the death
Now it's usually the writer
That prevails in this
And kills the words
Which is always a bloody affair
But I have known of writers
Who failed in their fight
And it always saddens me
When it happens
So I am ever careful
With the lovely of my writing
As I could not survive
A second fight with my words
For the first one damn near killed me
Q3
Yeah I'll give you your due
You wrote more than me today
So hip hip hooray
You won the day
But I still got
The last good laugh
With the cool creation
Of a breakout villain
Or so I hope
As he looks totally rad
Q4