why does it seem that i am merely a means to an end?

asking myself these questions never provoked any answers.

the view always changes when you can't sit still...

destroying each world that learns to revere my power

just to see the new grasses growing green.

Life (love) beginning anew.

so love me, worship me, glory in all that i am

but never forget that i will be your ruin.

let me destroy your world

and someday i will see that smile on your face

as you watch your first new flower blossom

ages

and aeons

after you first felt my disaster.

my love.

(title borrowed from The Embraced)

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