No, no!

Please understand…

That’s not what I meant at all!

How I wish this was a dream…

Oh, my sweet…

But I know I’ll never wake up…

My sweet, sweet creation…

It’s either control this being I’ve created…

How could you not see?

Or die.

I created you with the intent,

How could this have happened?

With an intent of creating beauty…

My deed was so innocent…

And in a few senses,

Everyone encouraged me,

I succeeded.

But…

But,

Oh failure!

Who could have known this would happen?

Failure is mine,

Who could have known what imagination can wield…

If you can’t see what I intended you for,

Keeper of the weak…

I don’t know if I could ever kill you…

If you fail to see what you can achieve…

But if you can’t understand…

I have no choice but do destroy you.

Oh, paling dawn…

Light colors in the sky…

For bleeding sunsets,

Crimson streaks of passion…

For crying dusk,

Tears dripping from the heavens…

For screaming dawn.

Shrieks of hell…

For the distant horizon,

So lost to mankind…

What all will seek…

What all will never find…

The feeling of being a Creator.

I finally found it.