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Creator
By Ozymandias
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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© 2007 Ozymandias726
Published on Tuesday, April 3, 2007.
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"Poetry"
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On Wednesday, April 4, 2007, Ozymandias
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wrote:
Haha. Well thank you Your_only_love. I should fix that so it makes sense. I should have known that too.
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A former member wrote:
It's pretty, though just to point out, stars are a bit too hot for life; earth is a planet, not a star
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On Tuesday, April 3, 2007, soul dancer
(96) wrote:
I liked this although I shudder to think of how scary and fragile life would be in the hands of such a creator. To be annihilated at a moment's whim....wow.
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A former member wrote:
...is that not what the abrahamic god is said to do, really?
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A former member wrote:
i really liked this. Writers blocks are never good. great write. ~ saddened.
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