Breathe deep. Feel the pulsing on your temples. Truly sense your own mortality. Let go. Only from chaos can life be formed. Yet once in control, you can’t leave well enough alone.
In the endless pursuit of perfection, a goal which should never be attained, I’ve sacrificed all I’ve known. All I’ve brought about is more chaos, but order will soon come, and I will be the instrument of its arrival.
Countless hours of thinking, with this idea just on the verge of fruition, my hands tremble; unable to fully comprehend what I’ve only guessed at before. An overwhelming sense of power reveals itself to me, but I’m unsure of what I should do.
So now; breathe deep, sense your own mortality. Clenched teeth, scarred tongue, I shall not blaspheme. The words I seek would damn my soul if I just believed in…
Countless hours of thinking, with the idea just at the tip of my tongue, but I dare not speak it, for this world will never understand.
So just breathe deep, sense your own mortality. Clenched teeth, scarred tongue, I shall not blaspheme. The words I seek would damn my soul, but I don’t believe in eternity.
Bite my tongue for one last time before I push myself further than I had ever intended to.
If this is life, who am I? No simple creature could play with the rules of immortality. As this is life, what am I? Greater than any monument founded on a belief.
I am God.
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