If Flux ruled the world, what then?
A stale, hollow, meaningless place.
A place of tights and men in suits
And no one wondering, wondering why.
If I ruled the world, ah! what then?
Something new: mad, bad, creative.
Something dangerous to BE.
A world of chaos and true wonder.
A world of madness wild and free.
A world of possibilities without end.
If Flux ruled the world, the world would rule him.
Nothing would change; all would remain, stagnant.
He would be too noble and good to ever be real.
He would be too large to inspire others to be heroes.
The world I will rule will be free.
Even, I say - in the end - of me.
This I, alone, can foresee:
They will wallow in thought.
Thought is borne of guilt.
Not action, not Flux: Cowards.
They will run back to their old idols.
They will remake temples to the Flux.
They will honestly pretend to be sorry.
He will welcome them because he hates them.
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