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Abused Telekinesis
If I were to appreciate
An alternative super-power
Avoiding cliche for a trial period
Causing a lesser known brand of deconstruction
With a wave of my hand over the grass
The terrain experiences anti-gravity
Another flick of the wrist
And all the concrete has cracked and risen
I can bring a plane back to its home
From the sky to the land to the sea
Because my limits are ignored
As is my regard for the well-being of Earth
Known as the One-Man-Tempest
I can focus my mind and annihilate the land
All creation, construction and machinery
Will be under my judgement as I travel
And if and when I am blinded by rage
None shall be spared or overlooked
Because within a fifty mile radius
All that shall be left is ruin
The aftermath.
I'm still walking these paths
After years of mindless rapture
I felt so much pleasure and relief
And now that it's over
I feel a little empty.
Everybody's dead now
By hand, blood was spilled
Buildings crumbled, children were lost
All by my doing, this land is empty
Empty.
And I guess, soon enough, it'll be forgotten.
Nobody's dared challenge me
For quite some time
I roam as I please
And irradicate whatever I see fit
A smoldering crater to the east
Is where my town once was
As you can see, I became a little angry
And nothing was left to salvage
From a town I've always hated.
The sky was once a vibrant blue
The occasional white cloud stalked overhead
The pleasant grey came to water the Earth
And the sun was something they took advantage of
Now all that is left to see
Over their ghostly heads and over the mountains
The color of sulfur, the color of dirt
The remains of a world ripped apart
Though I am shaded by artificial cover
Devoid of life and enjoying my loneliness
I don't have a single shred of regret
Not one fucking example of my lost humanity
And I'll never admit to once being so weak.
