by The Old Farmer

Created on: October 24, 2008

I Am Humanist

Virtue less mortals shout with excited glee,

Come, look, listen to the fabulous me.

I am not sad because I am created great,

You must follow me, that is your ordained fate.

I look to the heavens with a conquers soul,

Bow down before me or I will take a toll.

I will garnish the attributes and take my fill from on high,

As an immortal ascending covey, a mortals victory cry.

Come into my presents you lowly and meek,

Dare not raise up your head and try to speak.

Kindle not my anger you mortal foe,

Or from my presents you must surly go.

I cast my eyes to the Divine heavens above,

I run a gauntlet of emotions all, except love.

There is no room in my heart to care,

For mortals coming close to me, if they dare.

As I grow stronger all mortals weaken and decline,

I look over this realm and declare it all mine.

Who can stop me as stronger I grow,

Who can help me as all things I know.

I sit on the pinnacle all powerful and alone,

There is but one thing left for me, heavens throne.

As I rise up and strengthen and swell up with pride,

No one who is able and strong can be at my side.

As I prepare for battle I hear a small quite voice,

"Are you sure with your decision and sure with your choice?"

"I new you at the beginning, I gave you a heart, mind and soul",

"I know you at the ending; I will demand and take a toll."

I quivered and shook with humble fear, slowly moving back,

Realizing how pride had moved me, the Divine one I'd attack.

Bowing with meekness and fear realizing after all this strife,

I could do all things to all mortals except create a new life.

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