Me to kill you,
The small man thought
At a cockroach
Spotted walking
By the baseboard
By the lamplight
Early morning
In a small place.
If you could keep
Yourself away,
Out of sight, out
Of reach, I could
Gladly let you
Live your small life
To its fullest.
Gods must feel this.
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