My World In My hands

I'm like God with the World in my Hands

Its my Will that Grinds the Rocks into Sands

There are people that call my Control Insidious

But I let it all just Crumble because its Ridiculous

I know the Motive behind my Actions

Its what let me live Life with the Passions

I do the things I do without Correction

With no need for any Protection

There's no White Line to Follow

Nothing to make my Soul Hollow

I decide what color that Shines from the Light

It is my Justice that makes them Black or White

I was born this worlds Final Dictator

My Death will be its Eradicator

Between my Fingers is the Ace of Spades

The Sun shines when I move my Shades

I am the Deliverer of Dreams

The Supreme Being as it seems

Most find it Sad but True

To only Discover that I'm You 

Reviews

Cool interesting write. I like the rhyme scheme you used, set a fast pace.

[Shannon]

Oh my! That...wow! This was moving and flowed stupendously, the imagery here is the best I've seen in a very long time! It begins with an almost egotistical pride filled tone and then that last little bit just catches the reader with a sharp unexpected snap! fantastic poem Leo!

Rating given- 100/100