WHAT IS A MAN? (V)

[Omen Prince 392]

V:
Stone tablets begin to appear before cities across the land, the fifth and final forged by their maker.

Leaving them there in the deep of night, few could notice the the shadow who left

these omens for the review of the people.
 

 

"I AM PSEVDOSAIMAN

I AM THE PRINCE OF OMENS

I AM A MAN

 

LOOK UPON ME; A THOUSAND YEAR WITNESS

HERE ON EARTH I HAVE WALKED WITH MANKIND

HERE ON EARTH I HAVE WITNESSED HIS PAIN

HERE ON EARTH I HAVE CAUSED HIS PAIN

WITH ONE EYE AND THEN NEITHER,

I HAVE MASTERED HOW TO DESTROY A MAN

SO I MAY LEARN HOW TO MAKE HIM

 

BUT I MAKE FOR A POOR GOD; I AM NO IDOL

I MAKE MEN AS A MAN FOR IT IS THE HIGHEST CALLING,

INVESTED WITHIN ME EVEN NOW, THE UGLIEST OF US ALL

WITHIN ME BURNS A HUNGER GREAT ENOUGH TO EAT THE WORLD

AND YET FOR LOVE OF CREATION, I REFUSE TO EAT

 

FORGIVE ME DU LOC, THE CRADLE OF MY LEARNING

BUT I KNOW THE WAY OF THE WORLD, AND SO,

I KILLED YOU: THE FOUNDATION OF MY TRIBE

BETTER TO DIE FOREVER THAN TO ROT AS I DO

 

FORGIVE ME MY MORTAL SON, BORN OF A WOMAN

WITHIN YOU, A CURSE THAT I COULD NEVER SHED

CLEANSE FROM OUR LINE THE SHADOW OF MY NAME

AND BE FREE FROM THE SINS OF YOUR FATHER, AND MINE

BUT DO NOT FORGET THAT WE WILL ALWAYS BE THE SAME

 

FORGIVE ME, YOU GODLESS ONES

FOR YOU I HAD WRITTEN THE BOOK OF XION,

AND I HAD TOLD YOU, “FEAR THE OLD DARK”

YOU HAVE DONE AS I HAVE, MY WORST MISTAKE:

A REFUSAL TO FEAR IT, AND NEITHER HAVE YOU,
AND SO LOOK AT WHAT WE HAVE BECOME

 

FORGIVE ME, MY BLESSED TRIBE

YOU HATE ME FOR I HAD TAUGHT YOU TO

SEPERATED FROM YOU IS MY EVIL WILL AND HUNGER

BUT WITHIN YOU IS BORN A DREAM OF A NEW WORLD

I SHALL SLEEP WITHIN YOU, A DREAMING IOTA

AND I WILL WAKE WHEN YOU REACH FINAL DAYS

 

FORGIVE ME, MY LORD, GOD

NOT FOR WHAT I HAVE DONE TO CREATION,

BUT FOR THE REALIZATION OF WHAT YOU ARE

YOU CANNOT FOOL ME, YOU TRICKSTER OF MEN

I SEE THE FLAWS IN YOUR CRAFT JUST AS I DO MINE

DO YOU THINK I WOULD NOT NOTICE AFTER ALL THIS TIME?

I BEHOLD YOUR CREATION FOR WHAT IT REALLY IS:

MAN-MADE, LONG LOST OF ITS LUSTER AND ITS SHINE

 

ALL MEN HAVE AND WILL WALK MY PATH

MAY YOU HUNGER AND WAGE YOUR WARS,

ALL THE WAY UNTIL THE END OF YOUR WRATH

BLEED YOURSELVES ON THIS NEW EARTH,

BIRTH NEW LIFE AND WATCH IT DIE

RUN FOREVER FROM YOUR FATE,

BUT DO NOT FORGET YOUR LIES

 

WHAT IS A MAN?

HE IS THE DESTROYER"

[Mio 3773]

"for what is a man? what has he got? if not himself, then he has naught." aleksandr otto, the grand prince of kusoraev mumbled to himself. answering that publishers great question.

[Privet 1840]

A man lay against the roots of an ancient oak, the mass of his soul gorged and plentiful since he and the man-maker first come face to face, with his last breath he uttered, "I am creator, and destroyer. . . ."

[Carson 940]

Sister Mandragora pondered these things deeply, for she had been at the forefront of a movement to span continents.