A union of a god and a goddess:
Annihilating all distances with our embrace.
As I take her in my arms one last time,
To feel her soft skin before everything erodes,
She shines through this tunnel we are in, a one way into oblivion.
Oh, her lips like two blossoming dolphins, in and out of the outer space we fly in.
I am not too keen on enjoying the moment and losing the track of time,
Time, time is calling out for me, time, time is ending me;
As I am finalising all of its existence with all of its preconceived notions:
Past and future, yesterday and tomorrow, now and never,
None of it will remain.
All clocks will vanish,
And we will rest.
She doesn't care, she doesn't take heed,
Time flows around her, twists and bends, runs like a river of beautiful purity.
She is here, with me, for me, as my last reward,
Before we root out from this universe, the concept of working hard and getting a reward.
I caress and take, move and kiss,
She climbs me like a vine, and I hold her like an oak.
My two arms are not enough, I grow two more,
Her legs calls out for support and she grows a tail,
We get into each other like a yarn ever expanding.
Our mouths never feeling enough to water every ground on our sacred skins,
We sprout new mouths all around us, on our chests, waists, elbows,
Tongue and teeth, coming and seeding flowers from everywhere.
New eyes flourish from the most unexpected places,
Because of our curiosity, passion, unsatisfiable urge to explore, enjoy.
And we see it all.
Nothing escapes our senses, we consume it all.
The moments where we are together, might as well be constricted to our sphere,
Cause nothing else there is, only bodies of love, crashing into each other.
As my light transfuse with wheel of rainbow, ecstasy taking over, body starts to take lead:
And from every pore on me, every orifice, I start to leak like a sculpture on an opulent fountain,
And she is at the receiving end like an infinite cup, holy chalice, one and only grail.
We dance,
We form,
We create,
We destroy.
She finds a way deep into my mind, connects into my thoughts,
Bring out, what was there,
What is about to come,
What is me.
Before depicting what is about to become of everything in the whole universe,
Let's turn the clocks, and look back on the fate of the of the Earth, as we have written.
This will sound like some Biblical End of Days shopping list, so forgive me if I may be so bold:
Arrival of a Messiah: We skipped it.
All the people of the world gathered together in peace and unison: Done, check.
Coming of a Rapture: Skipped it too.
A paradise built on Earth: Done that, been there, check.
Judgement Day upon us: Skipped.
A heavenly afterlife for all the hundred billions of people ever lived and breathed on Earth:
That is all done, check.
Torturous anguish could only be made possible by hell and damnation: Hell no, we skipped that too.
Eternal fulfilment for all that ever existed: Just about to come.
Being god, it is easy, was easy, wasn't it?
But becoming one, wasn't.
Building the heavens for all the people that deserves it:
That is the easiest decision and work of my life.
For that end, getting in the right mindset, gathering the right team, finding the right resources:
Not easy at all.
Ruling over all the universe, it can be easy,
But spreading our control to all the corners, requires dedication, and a good reason,
Those aims, require a good mind, healthy psychology, sound reasoning.
What kind of god would you become, if you were in my shoes?
For all my days with open eyes, I searched my soul, more than I searched for anything else.
Universe is treacherous not because of physical dangers, like cold space and radiation,
Not because of bad people that might betray you, lay traps and ambushes for you;
Treachery comes from within: All your possible bad intentions rising from your own heart.
I am not allowed to have destructive inclination:
No being ever, with the ability to rewrite the rules of physics and chemistry,
Should ever be empowered with propensity for destruction.
Still yet, no god can ever be without the power to take back their gifts, restricted and bound:
Don't ever be the god that focuses too much on their surroundings, going off on a power trip;
Be the god that focuses on themselves, to be a good one, benevolent one, servant one.
Yes, your turn is coming,
Yes, you will be the next one,
Yes, you will be the god you would like to be:
Just don't straight away erase everything that ever was written.
I am curious, truly, what will it really look like,
Everyone with godly imagination, would have wondered it about themselves:
Will you fulfil all your wishes as your first thing to do?
Then what, will you deign to fulfil the wishes of others?
Will your wishes conflict with wishes of others, then what will you do?
Will you come against me, challenge me, challenge the billions like I did?
If it was up to the people, we were already judged and damned to eternal chaos,
No unity, no harmony, no vision, no future:
Just everyone for themselves, do or die.
But it wasn't up to the people, I took it upon me,
Do you have what it takes to take it upon yourself, when your time comes?
There will be a period of acclimation, adaptation to handle the godly powers, that takes time.
Imagine the power to turn all the lights of the stars in the universe with a single finger snap,
Who wouldn't, who could resist such a temptation for show of power?
That is why, maturity is the key: That is why humanity took their sweet, sweet time, to make sure,
To effectively grow up in all the emotionally possible ways, to bring out a suitable specimen;
That kind of undertaking takes hundreds of billions of lives, spanned over thousands of years.
You represent the latest reach, the accumulation of all psychological progress,
You are the fruit of the labours in the ways of wisdom, of all your ancestors: You are, yes you are.
Did you take the right lessons from the worst catastrophes?
Did you understand the root causes for the worst conflicts between the worst people?
Have you digested the circumstances and results of all the systems put in place, inside our history?
Competition, oppression, inequality, insincerity, work and toil, bow and foil.
This is all too much, I know, I know.
As the first omnipotent god from among the mortals:
I was not all alone, I got help, for my pursuit of deciphering the interwoven lines,
Inside the ever growing fabric of human consciousness.
So if you ever fall victim to your own doubts about development of your own mind and soul,
Yes, definitely do that, doubt yourself, but with moderation, and if you ever lose your restraint;
If you start feeling that you are all by your lonesome,
Against the whole world you are a mere single person:
"How can someone ever catch up with all there is?
What is the next move, next step, what to do now? Please someone tell me!"
I am sorry but I won't be there for you, to console, to inspire, to guide, to lend a helping hand:
I already decided my fate, and it is far away from yours.
But what I can do for you is: I can reveal how I actually did overcame my own doubts,
Exactly, step by step, how did I become a god,
How did I manage to overcome the impossibility look-alikes.
I can show you, so you can copy my homework to your heart's desire,
Or more preferably, get a grip on what it is supposed to look like at least.
How did I do it? It wasn't easy.
Only after becoming God you realise: you are not just one single person but amalgam of many.
Getting inspired, idolising after, love and respect, all mixes up in something bigger than you...
And when you look back as God, you are not sure, who you have started this journey as:
Because you knew all the lives of others, instantaneously, the moment you became God,
As you were curious, as you could, and there was nothing to stop you...
And now, they are all closer to your heart, more than the self, so who are you anymore?
Let's start with one of the key figures that ignited the sparks of it all,
He might be my most tragic Avatar: Atlas...
I was born into poverty, the dirt and the mud.
All my potential cuteness was put to use in the streets as a beggars tool.
Till the age of seven that is, then I was sold to a drug dealer.
To be tied and raped continuosly for seven days,
Till he blew his brains out in front of me,
I watched him get cold and then smell worse than me,
As I shit my pants and piss myself to sleep.
Then, like I hadn't enough, some thugs bust through the door,
My rescuers, turning everything around me upside down first,
Before realising I was all that is left, with disappointment:
My rescue couldn't be more of a salt to my wound.
They were bunch of thugs as I said,
Then again, showing more humanity than expected of them:
The head of their little crew decided to take me in.
They cleaned me, and the head of the head liked me more, and took me in instead.
This continued for a month, me reaching higher and higher levels of bosses to be owned and serve.
Till, I have arrived at the top, as an orphan child taken in,
With all the shows and celebrations of goodness by the head boss, big boss himself.
So started my arduous and torturous next seven years,
As my room: The basement at the summer manor, next to shackles.
With all the books I could read no less.
This could even be considered my lucky break, if not for the man himself:
The big guy running everything, that they revered, who had showed the latest charity for my case,
Later I learned, he was so much more, so much more than a simple gangster:
He was a genius in his own way, his criminal influence reaching every corner of the earth.
His talents and power was only exacerbating his sadistic nature,
