User:Grungyparadigm

born on the alkali flats in a storm of fire and wind. my terrible rage laid waste to the weak and ignorant. my will was forced upon those that could not grasp the simple. souls were torn apart as they were taken from the masses. they bow in unison with irreverent groans. they chant and bellow for my words. loud, booming, sage, solid words that will mangle their fragile lives. the immense clocks that were carved by millions upon millions of followers signal the end of the day. i am showered with gifts. they march in by the hundreds, laying at my feet the fruits of their toil and sacrifice. i am unimpressed. i lay in my chambers alone and misunderstood. my soul burns with the fires that birthed me. my mind races with the winds that first spoke of my bearing. i close my eyes and i remember.