The Weak

Only the weak are cruel.

They are headless horseman’ who

are influenced by the force and vitality of

the horse and not its darkness.

Therefore, I am like the wind; powerful, free, and unforgiving.

I am influenced by nothing less

than my own pathetic will and arrogance.

I am wild, brutal, and destructive. I don’t let

the Coriolis or pressure influence my

course or power.

I decide where, how, and when

to go and come.

My own influence has granted me

knowledge, wisdom, and greatness. I have

discovered and excelled in the arts of lies, bretayal,

and fakeness. Thanks to my own influence

I have become the epitome of a Goddess.

I am a major influence in weather patterns, the

production of ocean waves, and the

formation of desert regions. My

own influence has made me strong,

mature, individual who is willing to accept

failure and adversity as a necessary

part of the innovation process.

It has made me a heartless cold hearted individual

who only seeks a glimpse of light and warmth, in the

world submerged in the oblivion of time.

A world full of more strangers and weeping than

you can understand.

A world more dangerous than a loaded pistol

in the hand of a child.

A world in which ignorance is blessed and

reality condemned. Where

I am alone…

and no one seems to notice but me. My own

influence has made me who

I am today. I am like the wind;

you can’t see it but you can feel it.