"The Hand That Feeds"
I am your Fault, your Failure.
I am your Hope, your Salvation.
Don't ponder choices or consequences.
I am the choice. I am the consequence.
Do as you're told.
Speak as you're given.
Work. Work. Work.
You're all afraid because my greatness brings your destruction.
But I've a multitude of ends. You are only one.
Not a means to an end.
The means to The end.
But no End can douse my flame.
Be my offspring.
Be my Legacy.
You'll work.
You'll try.
You'll fail.
Falter, and you find my Flame.
I am the superior.
I am God.
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