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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My physical self is pitiful I have been incapacitated since an early age Inadequate in every regard My body is a useless shell Luckily, this place is beyond basic physicalities This place transcends the grim and darkness of reality This place is my world I am the creator of this realm I am Alpha and Omega No longer do I answer to the call of another God Now, I can correct prior transgressions And eliminate the pain that made that world flawed Man My iteration of man shall be eased of suffering They will not have to plead with their God As I have I was useless A joke for the ignorant A burden for the willing Never again shall there be ignorance Never again shall life be a burden Life is a gift A most precious gift There Well, I must admit, I do need some more practice But in time, humans will be my angels Animals The world needs more than only man An ideal ecosystem A cycle of life of death But death shall be quick and painless And their lives will be treated with respect Hand in hand- excuse me- Hand in paw Animals and man shall work together To maintain balance in this world Balance is essential Nature To complete this world, there must be laws Laws incredibly similar to the ones of my past world But, there shall be new laws New laws that the universe must abide by One: Killing will never be sport Two: Destruction of my world by the hands of man Shall never take place Three: All life is in control of their life I never had control I was always a puppet A figurine on display for the amusement of others Never again Sovereignty is guaranteed, disease will be ridden The cosmos Perhaps the most important part of my world It contains the mysteries of the universe And maintains the order of nature The secret guardians The hidden monoliths No one knows their true purpose Some just like to stare But they are my titans There to look over mankind Well, this is my world What do you think? I say it’s beautiful Some may say it’s superficial That imperfections and true pain Can never be suppressed Even by a God I assure you, this world is perfect I have not made the same mistakes I know the evil of that world That evil has died with this creation Is it not pure evil that I was a spectacle? That I couldn’t use my body? It was a damn trick It was cruel To have such a functioning brain But useless because of my dysfunctional body I was a waste in that world But when I discovered I could create a world of my own I knew there was still hope My mind was merely a playground Now, it is a field for creation A place where life will begin anew Life will always live in happiness Misery is nonexistent Man is perfect Man will always be useful Animals are not only tools They are integral to the purpose of this world Nature shall never again pull cruel tricks It will maintain the perfection that I have created There will be no bickering amongst the stars The cosmos are there to protect man From everything that destroyed me I never want mankind to suffer again I have been through too much suffering I have seen too much suffering This world will be perfect It gives me hope Hope that no one else Will ever experience what I have But I am no fool I know that when I die This place will die with me This is all just in my head All I want is a haven from that worldly misery The same worldly misery That made me resent God What is the purpose of life If that’s the kind of life some may have? I would have killed myself long ago But I can’t even express my desire to do so I hate myself I hate the world I live in I want to die Hell awaits me For I have been blasphemous I have cursed the life I was given While I still curse my life I am joyous for those given a happy life Never forget Life is a gift A most precious gift
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