Thus Spoke Mortality

Prophet of lightning

Herald of gods

As the master of self

Tell me, what are your flaws?

Do you lurk in the shadows

And follow their steps?

Do you dwell on the twilight

Of leadership’s depths?

For as wise as you are

And as perfect a writer

The language of love

You have yet to decipher

It seems that in willing to power

You fail

To envision the overlord

Drawn to full scale

Perhaps not in your image

Or by your own hand

Can these creatures be made

The superior man

When their fate is extinction

Though not yet condemned

Are all your disciples

Who walk among them

To live and to grow

To be free and to choose

To triumph with pride

And to learn how to lose

As they fall from the grace

Of the bliss of belief

To share in eternal’s

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