By not Confused


I am a Pendulum.
I swing back and forth between nothing and everything.
Sometimes I feel like an empty Shell.
I am hollow and broken but beautiful nonetheless.
Other times I feel like the Universe
Knowledge of what is and what will be courses through my bloodstream.
I am the Curse and the Blessing,
The Plague and the Salvation.

But be not confused.
I am no god.
Nor do I claim to be.

I am nothing but a Being who has escaped the clutches of Humanity.
No longer am I bound by the Reality forced upon me.
No longer shall I bend for the World,
I will make the World bend for me.

But be not confused.
I am no god.
Nor do I claim to be.

I alone have Control.
No god nor governments to look down upon me.
I have cut my Strings and have been blessed with the knowledge of Freedom.
I have bitten the hand that covered my Eyes.

But be not confused.
I am no god.
Nor do I claim to be.

I am my own Religion.
I Worship my feet wherever the may fall.
I am the Judge that sentences my Soul.
I am the Jury that examines my Body.
I am the Executioner that hangs my Mind.

For I am no one’s God but my Own.

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