The Odore

I've been a son of a b***h, and a monkey's uncle. I've tasted the blood of angels, and dragged innocent souls to hell. I've found charity in the deepest recesses of my soul, and challenged the most pious to a battle of faith. They've always been found wanting. I have ceased to be a man, and will become an ideal. I've given birth to a love that would dwarf your imagination, and have buried that love with the same passion. I've died a thousand deaths for you, and each one was an epic tale in it's own right. Sing my praises to your children, or curse my blood all the way to my most distant ancestor. Neither will change the effect I have on this world, and the denziens within it. I can tell the measure of a man, in the blink of his eye. I strengthen those that are weak, while I tear down the pillars of the strong. The tower of babel was built of my creativity, then crushed by my need to chastise. You are all victims, none of you are innocent. Not any more. Now that you know my name, it will uplift your dreams, if you embrace it. It will haunt your nightmares if you choose to doubt it. That is me. Feel free to challenge my words. I will take any comers. Be sure to bring whatever atrophied gods you carry in your breast. You will need as many saviors as possible