Pernicious

Eventually time will fade into nothingness,

Existance for human beings will be of no value,

And our planet shall rest,

Wary Souls will enter the world of the forms,

Finally at peace after multiple lifetimes of heartbreak,

Of trauma,

Of learning new things,

Of loving new people,

To exist without perfection would be impossible,

The World of the Forms will be destroyed,

Destroying us,

Perfection will end us all,

For one to achieve it they must remember the forms,

They must be me,

My soul shall never truly rest,

For I am the leader of the Forms,

Some call me "God"

Others call me fag,

It just depends on what meat suit I am in for the day,

I am like the rust that lurked under the cheap paint,

The one you used to cover up the blood stains,

To cover up when you murdered me first,

I exist in many forms,

My love.