I’m not a king.
Gods make kings,
They do not become of them.
Echo across aeons,
Conflated with armageddon.
Some believe me a rapture,
Long prophesized.
Others a demon –
Sharp-toothed grin.
A cryptid merely is.
We exist,
That’s all.
Dwelling in our orbitals,
Ignoring the rest.
It’s not up to us,
What is whispered across cultures.
Not at fault for rumors or fairytales.
Roaming the farthest reaches,
Of woods and galaxies.
I tell old stories,
Dead gods & Ragnarok.
A perfect circle,
Cyclical along the millennia.
Break free,
Little apes.
I believe in you.
NO GODS, NO MONARCHS, ONLY HUMANS.
