Satiate your need for greatness
Not in gilded glory
You must never let society
Best sell your famous story
For no store-bought thought is novel
Lest it come first from the shelf
And no god can be believed in
Lest it come first from the self
For you must look within and then without
Identify the villains
Fight the battles no one has
Against the other billions
Who count upon the dying light
To offer its illusion
To illuminate the hopeless night
Rewriting their conclusion
In a new, exclusive twist of plot
To drop mouths to the floor
When really not-so happy endings
Have been done before
And will be told for eons more
And be forgotten all the same
And so I roar into the cosmos
And I make it fear my name
This epic tragedy, a comedy
I laugh at the abyss unknown
Existence is my kingdom come
Mortality’s my throne
And in remembrance ballads sung
Throughout the ages that proceed them
Are the legacies I leave behind
Now you just have to read them