A new world I will create….
From the ashes of the old I begin to fashion a notion of peace. A place for things to become. No limits set, nor fates conceived. They will be and they will love if only for me.
Light it starts, things flow and grow. Humanities presence unnoticed for an era. But antinomian among the few always bring about something new.
I gaze, precognition furrowing my brows as things start to change. Dark turn the clouds which spread and consume, constructs of man poking through the atmosphere gasping air. The green fades, giving way to bright hot spots of space-devouring life.
Over the throbbing of this new, dark worlds pulse, voices start to emerge. Tiny in sound but colossal in quantity. They want. They beg. They need. ‘Help’ they ask, help from above.
Races apart but with a universal whim they bespeak their will. I take a closer look and acknowledge the rank stench of another world gone wrong. Give them what they want I shall, ever the cordial being.
Populace increases and life begins to shorten, there is no more room. Language dies, there is no need to ask anymore, all is known. Down come the riches and up go the prices. ‘Is this what you wanted?’
Breathing in the toxicity of their mistakes, humanities decisions make me ill. Solidified the world is, but a liquid of desire and greed thins the morals and purpose of the precious little good left in it.
Crumpling this notion like a scrap piece of paper marked with mistakes, I toss it away and begin anew.
Inpiration hit me as i watch Futurama haha