Young God

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Written in flow state.
Pacing is a bit off, I'd say.
Overall, I like it.

Submitted: October 27, 2018

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His pen struck the paper. Over and over again, every blow creating something new. He waged a neverending war upon the blank spaces; the emptiness preceding creation. Angrily spilling out his thoughts; trickling, flowing, rushing out. The madness within was beginning to fade, subdued by his actions. He was in control, as always; directing the violent flow as he wished. Shaping it, reshaping it, eroding the new, unnatural thoughts, corroding the perverse predispositions, exposing the raw destructive ideas; meant to reshape the world. None escape the wrath of a young god. Mercilessly birthing and annihilating civilisations until he was content. But he is a restless god. Never satisfied, angered by the mystery of his own existence; he attempts to create a world with meaning. His every movement has purpose, every shining light hides a darkness and every darkness holds a light. He’s calmer now. His strokes are smooth and tender. He has finally done it. His world has purpose. It will never be perfect, and he will never be content. But it is his world, and he is proud.


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