Call me King. King of the Future Baby.

My presence will alter the world around you.
My breathe will cycle through me and into the space that surrounds the Earth with my essence contained. The ever flowing pulse of the universe will bleed raw of the undeniable force within. My mind is that of the gods, in that I am a creator. With these hands and intellect my will grows into a screaming glow atop everything I see. It is great. I am great. We are all created as great, and together we are eternal. Now we are born with the gift of influence. To do on our own as we see fit.

As I live my life, from this day to the day I die I will exert force upon all I deem unfit to remain. For the good of all things that fall within my grasp, I will select what to fill with life and what to reveal as untruth. I will do no evil to this I commit. The soiled fills my vision and threatens my faith but I am a warrior. I flex the muscle to it's brink. I imagine a new limit and stronger it will become. I am dangerous. I am independant.

This is dangerous, but submission is not safe. To submit to my imagination is not safety. This does not mean that my imagination will spread itself from my mind. I will craft every detail with the hand of a master. I will learn the intricasies of the art as I continue to practice it. I will knot and hammer, break and scribble, sing and speak, and my design will be made through difficult labour.

I am a free thinking human. Call me the King. King of the Future.