The Flawed God

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A maker discovers their flaws after reflecting on their creation.

Submitted: January 30, 2016

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Submitted: January 30, 2016

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I am he, I am she and I am it. I am the soil, the water, the gardener and the sun. I am the one of many faces and beliefs. 
My goal was simple; to create the greatest journey imaginable. My children would share, respect, cherish and love. I would be their loving parent and guide them along the way. 
My children were revealed to be vicious, cruel and bitter. They would steal, they would betary and they would murdered one-another. I would call out, I would show signs, but they would not listen. They would call me the cruel one, the one who wanted only to help! 
I was the one blamed for floods, earthquakes, liars, cheats, disease and extermination. These horrors were not my bidding! My innocence in youth is not to be blamed, I was hopeful. I created a plain with the tools I had at my disposal. I was not to know of the harsh side effects, I hoped to create something beautiful. My children blamed me for the gift of life. They called me the selfish one, the sick one. They would tell one-another that my plan was to watch them destroy themselves for my entertainment. Upon hearing this, my patience would dissolve and I would abandon them for some time, leaving them to walk without a guide (one they refused to listen to in the first place)
I would eventually find myself returning to them, and what chaos they had brought to themselves! All was lost. They had brought their earth to nothing. I was ashamed. Not only with myself, but at them. I had given them everything, but they would not listen. Everything they had called me; selfish and sick, was only a reflection of themselves. Now my children were gone and all of my hard work was wasted. 
My children had proven to me that I had not the power I thought I had. My igonrance was what killed them, in the end. I would go on to dissolve into the vast darkness and never return again. 

 


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