So I'm just wondering why people do it. The lives filled with all kinds of shit. It's almost sickening. Everyone here on earth, they think that what they do makes a difference. That their actions can do anything. These little bugs that invaded my home think that they are more important than me. I don't get it.
When did they start thinking like that. I know when they came into being. They weren't like that back then. They hid when I walked past, cowered in my presence. Then a bit later they laughed in my face with their stupid little nonsense about other gods. Of course there are other gods. Just not the ones they talk about. Now they ignore me in favour of their new age gods, who sprang into existence when enough people started to believe in them.
Lucky them. All those worshippers will likely fuel them for eternity. I used to be like that. Now I'm just tired. I have no one worshipping me. No one reverently saying my name, or praying to me in the dark. I have been in darkness for quite some time. Sometimes I hear a quiet whisper of my name, but apart from that, nothing. Pure nothing. It's torture.
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An Old God's Lament
SpiritualJust a short project for my english class that I thought I would share. It's very short, but feel free to comment and help me improve it. I'm hoping to improve on it for my next class so I'll probably edit it after that.
