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When life itself is punishment, how do you go on living? All I have wanted was to give my heart to another To let that spark that jolted me awake Back out into the world But who would dare look at the monster And think there is a soul? Like the fire released by Prometheus, I was blamed for the destruction I did not cause Became a cautionary tale told by false gods When I was simply trying to be the light in the shadows With time as my only companion, I have seen villages ironed out into cities More blood shed by men than by ravenous beasts Met by betrayal and torment time and time again But despite it all, I have also seen God in the kindness of other outsiders Beauty in the purity and chaos of nature And wisdom in solitude That make the days somewhat bearable But what is eternity when the cost is being alone? All I have to keep me going Is that there is hope with every sunrise And purpose in suffering That there is an end to this coming But like Atlas, I am cursed To carry this burden on my own
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Nov 12, 2025
Nov 12, 2025 at 12:03 PM UTC
Ode to the Creature
When life itself is punishment, how do you go on living? All I have wanted was to give my heart to another To let that spark that jolted me awake Back out into the world But who would dare look at the monster And think there is a soul? Like the fire released by Prometheus, I was blamed for the destruction I did not cause Became a cautionary tale told by false gods When I was simply trying to be the light in the shadows With time as my only companion, I have seen villages ironed out into cities More blood shed by men than by ravenous beasts Met by betrayal and torment time and time again But despite it all, I have also seen God in the kindness of other outsiders Beauty in the purity and chaos of nature And wisdom in solitude That make the days somewhat bearable But what is eternity when the cost is being alone? All I have to keep me going Is that there is hope with every sunrise And purpose in suffering That there is an end to this coming But like Atlas, I am cursed To carry this burden on my own
Nov 13, 2025 Because I loved Guillermo del Toro's Frankenstein so much
jami-samson
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Nov 12, 2025
Nov 12, 2025 at 12:03 PM UTC
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