I am a god...

I am a god.  I stand alone.  I am neither loved nor hated.

I am the decisive being to everyone's existence.  It is I, and I alone, who decides the eternal fate of all humankind.  It is I who determines who will revel in the celestial comfort and peaceful palace and who will be tortured in the dark abbess of eternity.  I will fly into heaven those that I have chosen. 

I am a god.  I stand alone.  I am neither loved nor hated.

In a masochistic world, the ambition is to plead for miracles, not to please me but to satisfy earth-bound ambitions and shortcomings.  I hear the cries of the people and they beg for more and more to make their lives on earth materialized and rich.  But it is those that ask how to dedicate their existence to my ideals whom I recognize.

I am a god.  I stand alone.  I am neither loved nor hated.

I am assumed by most.  For all children, I will take their hand and fly them to my celestial palace where they can frolic and romp for all of eternity in peace and comfort.  I hear the cries of mothers.  Those who have done well to provide for their offspring are ushered into the warmth of my embrace.  They find solace there.

I am a god.  I stand alone.  I am neither loved nor hated.

I am the ultimate conscience of men.  How often did they negate my warnings and persist in their earthly acquisition of power and wealth?  How often did the woman, their own mother, their wife suffer at their neglect?  For the men, I will push them into the fire and further into the darkness.  I will hold them there until their cries cease and their worthless breaths are extinguished.  And then I shall resurrect myself.

I am a god.  I stand alone.  I am neither loved nor hated.

For many, I will reinvent their purpose and recycle them to their earthly world.  Will I then hear them cry, how do I be like you?  How do I serve you?  Show me the way.  But again, I hear them cry for miracles of earthly-bound satisfaction.  Again, I watch as man after man assumes a standing of power over woman.  Again the cycle begins and I feel the cold of mankind.  Will I ever feel loved?  Will I begin to feel hatred?

I am a god.  I will always stand alone.  I will never be loved nor hated.