Dreams and reality are no different to me.
I have given the world the lightest and blackest of all things to be.
Time and space are not important matters to me,
For I hold an hourglass where silver sand flows perpetually.
Taking one planet and crumpling it as if it were a worthless piece of paper, I toss it away and start anew;
Laying out a clean white sheet, I am free to begin all over again,
Forging new opportunities from false hopes of the past.
But one planet. . .
I will observe as an omnipresent entity.
I feel no compassion for what they unleash unto themselves,
For they are their own murderers,
And my greatest mistake.

I am the creator of all things,
But on your tortured earth,
What is is what must be.


I fixed this up a lot. Haven't posted in a while, but I got plenty of new works to put up. Comments / Criticism?

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