Battling and fending,
this message they're sending,
of hatred and fighting,
the plague never ending.

And enclosed in the circle,
the hatred continues,
connected to each other,
by the mind,through the sinew.

Outcasted by all,
befriended by three,
hating each other,
connected through me.

And battle resumes,
and I help one out,
I bring them all aid,
and the other then shouts.

He asks for comfort,
she, for support,
I give it to him,
and asks for no more.

She asks for help,
Help in design,
grateful to me,
because I'm benign.

They battle each other,
and I'm stuck with their three,
I help her out,
and he asks for me.

Tired of battle,
I end it all now,
destroy both sides,
in mushroom clouds.

And I land the blows,
and I watch them go down,
weakened through me,
in their big plastic frowns.

I see them in toruble,
And I'm their god,
I contain all the power,
a power so odd.

To heal them both,
and then watch them fight,
or end it all now,
and end their last flight.

The decision is mine,
and ready to go,
I'm ready to fire,
the ultimate blow,
But i with draw,
I'll decide not to go,
I'll just play with them,
so let's start our show.....