Returning to the place of my tribulation with curiosity,
I glance anew at the sepulcher,
Knowing now that there is more than I ever perceived There to be,
As knowledge awakes in it’s all consuming thirst once More.
Slashing so that blood may flow free,
Scarring to bend the flesh to my will,
Spending days un-sustained,
All the while gazing at the tombstones and mausoleums.
Away from the world while a challenge awaits me here: Myself!
Submit to me, weak flesh, for I shall make something of You!
Weeks in a state that the unknowing would question,
And verily call me insane,
While I sought for knowledge among scars, blood, and Stone.
While I purged through pain to seek sanity that others Could not venture unto.
Through the blood then,
A portal appeared,
And gazing into it I saw Oblivion.
Possibility in every shade of darkness and light,
A whole world to be molded in my hands!
Once more I cried for my flesh to submit to my will,
And I blazed through unto the vortex.
“Cast Aside All Armour and Embrace Oblivion”
The words echoed in my form.
Corporality lost, I went through eternities.
Time and time again,
I envisioned the wisdom and might of ages passed,
And with furor and rage gazed at the pitiful portrait of my Own time
What had we done? Rested on the laurels of others.
What had we made? Conveniences, not greatness.
What had we felt? No true love, no true hate.
What were we? Slaves not heroes.
The music of idiots, the pleasure of fools,
The knowledge of machines, and the power of nothing.
The rage began to mix with another feeling: Joy!
I may mold my own time to greatness,
Though my very form be extinguished in it’s doing.
I knew then, I must return to corporality,
And remake this world
If in burning it must be,
Then burn the world shall,
And shall the flames never cease until the world is Renewed,
To be flamed and grown in infinite cycles of time!
Reluctant to leave things which I could never describe in Speech,
I raced back with blends of joy in saving,
And sorrow in leaving.
Glancing through this infinity,
I then saw a sight wondrous.
Others, imbued with the same power that I had gained,
Ones of wisdom and power, hard gained as my own.
In this moment, I knew triumph should be, and would be, Had.

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