Prophet of lightning
Herald of gods
As the master of self
Tell me, what are your flaws?
Do you lurk in the shadows
And follow their steps?
Do you dwell on the twilight
Of leadership’s depths?
For as wise as you are
And as perfect a writer
The language of love
You have yet to decipher
It seems that in willing to power
You fail
To envision the overlord
Drawn to full scale
Perhaps not in your image
Or by your own hand
Can these creatures be made
The superior man
When their fate is extinction
Though not yet condemned
Are all your disciples
Who walk among them
To live and to grow
To be free and to choose
To triumph with pride
And to learn how to lose
As they fall from the grace
Of the bliss of belief
To share in eternal’s
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