I was once a flower.
Swaying in the warm summer wind.
Light breezes, warm bees and things we cannot comprehend.
I was once a bee.
Dreaming of making honey.
Compliance with the drones.
Till nobody was come.
Defilement of the Queen.
I am mortal: Omnipresent.
Mistakes are to be made in the lesser extent.
Hurt and and pain walk for miles.
The legs of a human, compressed in style.
Only to nod to misery.
I'm a not a slave.
Yours to love: on my own, I remain.
Lone truths, rumble forgetter booths.
Shaken hands take disfigured truths.
As mumbles reverb from friendly tooth's.
I am now: A God.
From Omnipresent
Around to omnipotent.
Words rambling out abandoned mouths.
In Correspondence to tongues shattering all doubt.
Finally: I am dead.
Laying to rest.
No longer at war.
Promises to be made.
Holy deals to be struck.
Days upon eternity to love and never entrust.
