You've Done It Now!
When the father comes home
You've decided for me many moons ago , when the skies rejoiced in iron and irony. You knew I was docile, but you sought a fierce competitor, bent on destroying you.
When the time came for the games to end, you said you weren't ready. You said you had much to do. It was all bad to begin with. What's the purpose?
Your time is up and your times are wasted, your efforts to dominate have ended. Like a child who gets punished for disobeying.
you will not be sent to the corner instead, you will be destroyed from this world.
Never to repeat your blunders. Now you've really done it!
You've angered the man upstairs, now he comes downstairs.
About the Creator
Hoyt Douglas Battles
The reluctant writer emerges from the thicket of discontent wanting to scold society for the lies and deceit.
Unsure of his methods, he embraces his individual excellence and immeadiately received an offer to publish his very first novel!
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