Challenge
The bully
May be the classic playground bully... may be something more sinister. Up to you.
Behind the Scenes
I hover over them,
Holding their reigns tight,
Pulling the strings just right
I twist their words,
Influence their actions,
While hiding behind
A thick veil of darkness
I hang back,
Watching as the chaos unfolds
With a victorious laugh
I watch as their lives deteriorate,
Crumbling into nothing
The inner filth of their souls
On display for all to see
I force them against one another,
Tracking the brutal violence
With exuberant glee
Here, I sit on my throne of thorns,
Giggling as despair conquers
All the while,
Not a finger can touch me
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