My crafted world
Trees, birds, animals, people...
My words brought to life.
With ev'ry smile,
I am proud, success attained...
In my Elysia.
But wait, what is this?
My world, it's not perfect!
What are these islands?
One ring was to join,
A land mass to unite them.
Instead four islands lie.
Islands segregate...
Diff'rent ideals confined,
Perfection denied.
But no, I am God,
This world isn't perfect,
But it is my world.
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