If I create something and it turns on me,
killing what is precious by proxy of its existing,
and projecting lunacy, conspiring to change time,
and history to suit their innate negativity?
all while pretending I’m the villain of the story?
… The polluted premise destroying what I’ve created beautifully,
all while micromanaging poorly and leading the plot to a cliff of no reconciling…
and doing nothing productive in the scheme of things, really.
I’ve destroyed storylines for lesser offenses.
This place is blessed mercy and love reign supreme,
in the natural way of things… if it was up to me,
Armageddon would be a thing already…
*Seek the truth at all costs*
Be Blessed regardless of your stance.
Be romanced by life, Come away from death…