He's an insolent fool
I cautioned him that he would fail.
I informed him in advance.
He was an equivalent to those who I had previously tested.
And once more he faltered like they all did.
He was yet another one of them
Corresponding with they're actions,
He performed them equally.
Contemplative thoughts that he could handle it,
Thinking he could control himself.
He was just like the rest of them.
Compared to them all?
Just like him,
They failed.
I told him he should not try
I told him it was too much
I knew he didn't obtain the power to manipulate.
But he thought somehow,
That he was special.
He was something that-not of a fool.
But it didn't take long,
Not at all.
For him to realize I was right
Now he has strung himself out
He's pathetically despondent now
Now more than ever
Why would anyone do that to himself?
Particularly when it was all laid out in front of him?
When cause and effect was both foretold.
Nevertheless something frivolous took him over.
Something greater overcame him…
That was I.
I am invariably too substantial
Too remarkable
Too pretentious
And he was just simply too unfortunate.
He simply couldn't handle nirvana.
Couldn't mind his wants
Weak
Foolish
Pathetic.
To have control
Wondering what is it like?
Dreaming about how it must feel?
It's seldomly understood.
Yet always desired.
Only those who hold the world in their hands
Understand my existence.
To disable and destroy
Is the power that I have.
For in me, a constant is materializing.
A naivete vanished.
Control broadened.
He was so lively
I thought who was that man
Distinctly nothing more than an immature boy,
Robbed of his senses.
Childish games.
Unfortunate timing.
Needless pain.
I'm cursed.
Blighted.
Victorious.
God, If I'm cursed
Cursed with all that I have
Ever I will have
All that is given to me.
All that I take.
These little people
And the little things they understand
What they will not see
And what they can't
Fools.
Who do not what I do.
Who do what I would not.
Through this I have learned
But only that I am my own God.
Obtaining greater power
To inevitably crush only more.
Written by: Stephanie J.
Dedicated to Robbie on September 2, 2000
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