I've,
yet to be,
strong.
To,
truly be tethered to,
strength.
For,
I've only been,
this human.
From,
the void,
I speak.
Constantly,
seeking power,
which alters me.
Which,
alters my,
cellular energy.
Be,
this human,
more,
as lightning,
streams through its pores.
Be me,
able to alter such,
through golden whispers.
For,
sound shall,
convey the mind.
Shall,
convey,
thine consciousness.
Shall,
seek to be expelled,
through godly lips.
Be my mouth,
forever the sound,
of Prometheus.
Be,
altered human.
As,
sound is formed.
Be,
altered human.
As,
such becomes...
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