I have watched a million silent transactions of hate
I have borne silent witness to unspoken atrocity
I have stood by and done nothing as those I loved fell
To the fists and blades and nooses and flames of industrious bigotry
I stood aside and allowed the hordes of damnation to overtake my own

I have wept for them as they fell.
I have cried out their individual names
Cried as they were slaughtered
Do not think me stupid, cruel, or uncaring.
I did not want it to be this way, but never the less, it is.

I did not want for my loved ones to fall so low.
I did not set out in the hope that they would sink into iniquitous despair
Nevertheless, they have.

And yet, I regret nothing.
Because, I alone know.
I alone know the ultimate destiny that I myself wrought.
I was the one who took infinite nothing and formed it into something.
At least, that is what I believe I did.
I believe that I wrote each perfect neuron,
And that I twisted and deformed some to create, not their foolish “normal”
But rather my endlessly superior real.

For I am the architect of reality
I am my own immortal, perfect, self-imagined, self-sanctified god.
I will live forever, master of the universe.
Unless, of course, they unplug this feeding tube
And I die.