𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤
𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕤𝕒𝕪
𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕚 𝕨𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕪𝕖𝕥
𝕀'𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕒𝕪
𝕋𝕠𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞
𝕊𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕚'𝕕 𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕠

𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕓𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖
𝕀𝕞 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕗𝕦𝕟
𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕚 𝕝𝕒𝕪 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒𝕥 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥
𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚'𝕧𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕠𝕟𝕖

𝕀 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕓𝕚𝕣𝕕𝕤
𝔽𝕝𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕜𝕪
𝕆𝕟𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕚𝕞 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕗𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙
𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕛𝕦𝕞𝕡 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕗
𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕜𝕪 𝕤𝕠 𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕖
𝕆𝕟𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕚𝕞 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕕𝕠 𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕠𝕠

𝕀 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤
𝕀 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖
𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕤𝕜 𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕤 𝕨𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘
𝕀 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕞 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕖
𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕚 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕣𝕪
𝕎𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕣𝕦𝕟 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕕
𝕀𝕞 𝕥𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕠𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕚 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖
𝕀 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕞 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕣

𝕀 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕓𝕚𝕣𝕕𝕤
𝔽𝕝𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕜𝕪
𝕆𝕟𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕚𝕞 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕗𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙
𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕓𝕪𝕖
𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕞𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕔𝕣𝕪
𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕕𝕠𝕟𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕖

Birds in the sky
No longer will they have to cry
Birds flying so fast
This moment will be their last

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In my talons, I shape clay, crafting life forms as I please. Around me is a burgeoning empire of steel. From my throne room, lines of power careen into the skies of Earth. My whims will become lightning bolts that devastate the mounds of humanity. Out of the chaos, they will run and whimper, praying for me to end their tedious anarchy. I am drunk with this vision. God. The title suits me well.