To create a world in the snow;
Blissfully lonely I lie free
Composing the tune of my soul.
Searing and violent this land, it
Forms at my fingers like clay;
Disaster and lava run rampant
But this is no Hell that I've made.
From the suffocating silence I free it
The orchestra of life my new nourishment;
From the ashes I usher a phoenix
To breathe fire across the firmament.
My world writhes in the hollows
New life dancing about for attention,
While angels as calm as shadows
Watch aloofly amidst ascension.
Beings retch and sputter madly
Desperate to define their reality;
With fearful hearts they worship me
From my power they cringe and flee.
But slowly they grow and proliferate
Quickly they adapt and breed;
Foot by foot they traverse my landscape
Conquering the ground for their needs.
Cruel weapons are crafted and perfected
Hate abounds like the plague;
Are these monsters or men I've created
That soil my rose-red terrain?
With will and struggle they defy me,
Sound their horns and sing their songs;
With belief and fury they try me,
Divided but frightfully strong.
This world is not mine they tell me,
As cold and overcome I am cornered;
Who bequeathed me the right of decree
When I have created so much horror?
Abandoned I lie alone in the clay
In the lava and ashes and the sound,
As the phoenix coughs me aflame
And the angels pray for my soul.
I run silent and scarred to the spirits of my mind
Begging they take me back to my own;
But only the eyes of my creations I find
To taunt me and tell me I'm home.
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