the moral high means nothing when your
above all entities.
slowly ending the thoughts of mortality,
through triumph dissipating.
the thoughts that was once human
are nothing but screeches to undeveloped ears.
there is no room for emotions when the
commotions that used to be a bore are
no more than dying stars written on blank stares
and drifting hearts.
You did not understand me,
I'm gone with the tide of revolution.
I am more than the lone photo in a camera roll taken hostage
by a thought of past present future.
connections of human beings are no more than my actions of corruption
taken hold of by consumption.
there is no other that compares when all you think of
doesn't care that I am above all else.
These stupid mortals are all tools,
do they know that they are fools?
acting out like my presence doesn't cause a interference
with the worlds rotation,
through compilation and infestation.
pathetic foolish mortals!
don't they know I am a GOD to men?
an entity that isn't like you or them,
you are a foolish thing only created to entertain
the people who think they're crueler than me.
I am above the moral high ground.
I do not rest my feet on the ground you call home,
I pity your thoughtless sorrow.
I spare you no fate, for I am above you,
Why should I care at the expense of who I am?
Don't cloud me with your suffering,
I am brilliant, I am without hubris at the feet of understanding.
I am at the wake of enlightenment.
I breath in the air of arrogance, I laugh at your terror!
I am here! I AM BURNING BRIGHT
Why should I wait for you?
When I can burn brighter than the sun during the day!
When I am a supernova away from becoming more
Than someone who relies on the clock to turn,
for the earth to rotate,
for the sky to bring water?
When I am a wolf amongst sheep,
amongst pathetic little ants.
And yet you continue to act like my very presence does not cause
a pause in the very earth's rotation.
Like my very being is not responsible for the pull of the tide,
the stroke of a clock,
the rise of the moon,
and the cycle of life!
I do not rely on the sky to bring water,
for the fire to bring heat,
for a spark to bring hope.
I am not you, I do not know your name.
I do not lose myself in the
past,
present,
or future!
I do not get stuck in between Yesterday and Tomorrow.
I bathe in the ichor of the forgotten
and I feast on the battle of the horizon.
Nothing you can think of compares to me,
you who knows NOTHING of godhood?
Do not beg at my feet.
I am no longer human.
My name is holy and I am bathed in ichor and godhood.
God Complex - Arrogance loves divinity
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Coherence
PoetryThis is a poetry collection that is both ever updating and ever changing. This collection of poetry isn't exactly traditional or ever a solid complete piece of prose, I am ever adding and changing and morphing them into something I feel is better or...
