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The God of the sky


Grey clouds storm the sky

My lightning bolts circling low and highm 

As I wait for my pizza to arrive

Dont the know who I am

I am not one of them

I'm the god of the sky

I don't want to make a fuss I just want my pizza pie

These mortals can never get anything right

 I'm gonna have to go down there and demand a free sprite

Their service sucks, nothing but lazy teens running the place

But there's no need for all my anger 

I'll just site aside once they're all in danger

 

 

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