Pyro
Bluelighter
I put my hands on the top of your head.
I push myself upward.
I balance on you.
You are my crutch.
For a moment I am higher than the farthest star.
Bright streams of light pour forth from my forehead.
Wings form out of my shoulders and spine.
I put my feet on your shoulders and propel myself further upward.
Now I am flying above you.
I look down to you, but it is a fading memory.
The memory becomes a speck of dust
and flys away in the same wind I glide through.
An aura encompases me.
My wings are whiter than the purest snow.
My eyes are aimed at the heavens.
My arms stretched outward. My palms faced upward.
I am naked.
I am not ashamed.
I have no fear.
I am God, and He is Me.
I live for an eternity in bliss.
Flying and being Godly.
Eminating rightousness.
Through my hands, peace is brought unto the world.
I reside in the fourth dimension
where I can see through you, but you cannot see me.
Your troubles are but a whim, for me to cure.
Your pains I will breath away into nothingness.
Then someone questions me.
"How did you become God?"
and I think back to that speck of dust, blowing away in the wind.
Your face, your skin, your movements.
I am filled with lust and sex, for you.
The vision of you moves me to create.
You are my inspiration for all things.
In this vision my tounge slowly moves down your skin, and I taste what it is to know you.
Out of a speck of dust I create you again.
That forgotten memory, recalled.
And now you lay naked next to me
And there is no one else in the entire world.
You, my godly catalyst.
You, my perfect love
You, oh my shining spirit.
My reason for existance.
Tim - Pyro
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I was thinking that I wanted to envision a desire and impulse that I have been running through my mind recently. This is the artistic accumulation of those ideas. It is a story of a woman, who I meet and only use to build from. She is so perfect that I am allowed to build so fully and infinitaly that I become God himself. After doing Godly things, and flying around blissfully, I am struck by her vision. I realized, in my all knowing godliness, that it was SHE who allowed me to become God. Only through her was I lifted to up to holiness. Only through her would I ever be complete.
"my reason for existance"
Why write it? *shrugs*
I push myself upward.
I balance on you.
You are my crutch.
For a moment I am higher than the farthest star.
Bright streams of light pour forth from my forehead.
Wings form out of my shoulders and spine.
I put my feet on your shoulders and propel myself further upward.
Now I am flying above you.
I look down to you, but it is a fading memory.
The memory becomes a speck of dust
and flys away in the same wind I glide through.
An aura encompases me.
My wings are whiter than the purest snow.
My eyes are aimed at the heavens.
My arms stretched outward. My palms faced upward.
I am naked.
I am not ashamed.
I have no fear.
I am God, and He is Me.
I live for an eternity in bliss.
Flying and being Godly.
Eminating rightousness.
Through my hands, peace is brought unto the world.
I reside in the fourth dimension
where I can see through you, but you cannot see me.
Your troubles are but a whim, for me to cure.
Your pains I will breath away into nothingness.
Then someone questions me.
"How did you become God?"
and I think back to that speck of dust, blowing away in the wind.
Your face, your skin, your movements.
I am filled with lust and sex, for you.
The vision of you moves me to create.
You are my inspiration for all things.
In this vision my tounge slowly moves down your skin, and I taste what it is to know you.
Out of a speck of dust I create you again.
That forgotten memory, recalled.
And now you lay naked next to me
And there is no one else in the entire world.
You, my godly catalyst.
You, my perfect love
You, oh my shining spirit.
My reason for existance.
Tim - Pyro
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I was thinking that I wanted to envision a desire and impulse that I have been running through my mind recently. This is the artistic accumulation of those ideas. It is a story of a woman, who I meet and only use to build from. She is so perfect that I am allowed to build so fully and infinitaly that I become God himself. After doing Godly things, and flying around blissfully, I am struck by her vision. I realized, in my all knowing godliness, that it was SHE who allowed me to become God. Only through her was I lifted to up to holiness. Only through her would I ever be complete.
"my reason for existance"
Why write it? *shrugs*
