I stare off into the translucent sky,

a million thoughts race through my mind.

Dead yet somehow alive,

my heart beats once every thousand years.

I am augmented with tools of destruction,

the same tools that were meant to help others.

Once the giver of wonder,

I have been broken down and rebuilt.

My creator is long dead,

I am permanently stuck in this form.

I was once pink and full of life,

Now I am ashy and pale.

A single glance into my eyes will for tell your future,

but it will fill your soul with darkness.

I am neither creator nor re-builder,

I am a permanent eraser in life’s fabric.

To see me is luck at its best,

and to destroy me is god at his worst.

I am not part of reality,

For I live within everyone.

I am hate,

I am evil.

T trust me is a sin,

but to hate me is a mistake…