Thursday, August 10, 2006

Quiet Destroyer 0.01

There is a redemption in energy.
And so, the villain of the piece
Sitting behind curtains, ignoble breast
Scattered with potato chips,
Plots another doom for the world
That scorned his terrible intellect,
Tried to crush his awesome dreams.

Humankind will forgive their saviour
For being alien, for being Other --
The Flux is not something understood.
But genius is never forgiven, forever a brand,
Showing them they could do the same,
Taunting them with promises of things
They could have been; and so he plots
Ruination for a world that could not accept
The light of Reason, forsaking for salvation
At the hands of Flux, and mysticism,
And a fear of their own potential.

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