This Was a Mistake

I was the god even darkness dared not try.

One moment lost became a world undone—

a mockery of power longing to die.

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I watched the first kind hands reach down—and die,

devoured by hunger wearing its mask of 'son.'

I was the god even darkness dared not try.

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Taught to take, to bow with pride as I comply,

to grind down mercy at the river's run.

A mockery of power longing to die.

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Bathed in blood no honest soul denies,

they worship the flashes spat from a gun.

I was the god even darkness dared not try.

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I watched them salt the earth that asked them, “Why?

Why poison futures not yet begun?”

A mockery of power longing to die.

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If I could burn their myths and unmake their sky,

I’d let that first warm pulse remain undone.

I was the god even darkness dared not try—

a mockery of power longing to die.