Poem 822








Who doesn’t wish
to hold The Will
to power
of The Elder Gods
within their hands?

Much fewer
wish to carry
weight of fate
The All of Them
were damned
to suffer
on behalf
of us
as well.

For countless eons,
non-existence
that preceded us
to Them..
The many faithless
non-believers
cursing Them
for centuries
thereafter
to no end.

Until
The End
of being..
ultimately
naught but
a forgotten
fairytale.

The All of Them
eventually met
their doom
through Death.
So human of Them..
Human all the same.

A spark of
consolation
for The All
however lies
in depths
of shadow..
cast by us
through Them.

The Elder Gods
were merely
figments
of our own
imagination.
Forms that were
until They shattered
to become no more
again.

The Truth
that They
approximated
is, however,
formless in itself..
except for form
it takes on
through
The All
of us.

Indeed, we are..
the flesh and bone
that forms a body of
The Living God.

The All,
in its infinitude
of being..
manifested
through
the seeing of
our very
eyes.

No further evidence
for His existence
ever could suffice.

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