The Hero

When we were children

The reasons we needed to change the world were simple
Nothing stopped our sporadic revolutions

However
Somehow time left us stranded out on the shore of growth
Only to find out a world bigger than us
Yet this child realizes himself and tries
To reverse and transverse these verses
Suppressed by the oppression he rises
One-handed
He transcends transcendence
And reaches the heavens
He kills God
He kills Satan
And brings down their heads and declares
"The skies have fallen
Rise and take it"
The locals enclose
The locals reject (with regret)
The hero's words
And so this hero realizes
The irony of these verses
These were never meant to rhyme
In the order they were meant to
Because whatever they were meant to
Was solely used as a distant horizon
To captivate these distant words

Now you ask me
What happened to this hero?
And I'll gladly answer you
He became a poet.