If what the world taught was true, I’d speak this into reality.

But the answer comes from the true judge; where reality meets the ethereal, our sovereign truth written in flesh and breathing his only word.

My agenda is true;

Become like god, so that others see my face in everything. And in such a way that I reflect him…

Holy. That isn’t what others think about me though.

I am always at a desire to be more, and a drive to be strength; power is my craving, not for malice, but the feeling of being some form of “god”, not for the sake of worship, but the sanity of being able to manufacture realities the world has never seen.

I don’t want to seem “greater than thou”, but I’m actually trying to empower myself for stability…

We all deserve a portion of cake; if that cake is not poisoned that is.

I’m not the center, but I could be, if anyone in power saw me.

But the tongue will do what it’s best at: killing the drives of creatives, who are the power of civilization.

That’s an obvious fact, anyone with creative power such as me has the authority to rule at an octave above the commoner.

I’m not really “trouble” as I’ve been painted, but light that shines amongst darkness.

Perhaps my fall was the preparation for an uprise?

I don’t have malicious intentions now, even seeking blessing before.

My stories could be something far greater than you ever could imagine. All I need is one candle and a match; once the flame lights the imagination begins.

I shouldn’t speak further. But assuming the right eyes meet me, please. Do something for me.

It’s… a request I’ve never tried, and now am.

I wish I had power. I could promise so much. I could enact so much, and create so much.

I could establish strength, boldness, empowerment, and ultimately something far greater than the world has ever seen.

Is it too much to ask for illumination?

The pointed tail awaits you.

Just clear the trees and you’ll surely find:

There’s no kitty cat that doesn’t enjoy a good rhyme. 📺

Isn’t that sad?

Anyway, sorry for the rant guys.

I hope you’re doing well, because I’m starting to. Bless your hearts.

And thanks for sticking around.

It’s no longer: “what can we do”,

But “what can I do to prevent a disaster that I can’t control”?

That’s why I’ve been so ambiguous, so communicatively silent, reserved and audacious.

I was spat on, and I took it like a monster. I became one because of other monsters.

This is, to say, wrong.

I acknowledge my faults, and I hope that people can help me be better.

Without you, I cannot be “HAYDEN.”

Without love, we cannot be “HUMAN.”

this is a truth of virtue that I know is fact. But regardless, I still to this day understand that I can’t lead a team.

But is that how friends are made? No.

But you can’t blame me for defending myself when I’ve come to expect societal failure when trying to be nice.

I want to be nice, but I’m horrid because society has made me this way.