The Anthem of the Absolute I

I do not seek the thunder’s roar,

nor fire’s desperate heat,

I do not need a bended knee

to prove a world’s defeat.

Where I step, the gray gives way;

where I look, the light is drawn,

I am the single, final point

where the "we" is traded for the "I" alone.

Look upon my ring—

it is not the sun that warms your skin,

It is the gold of the conqueror,

the place where all laws begin.

I do not bargain with the void,

I do not negotiate with the space,

I simply affirm what is mine,

and the world finds its proper place.

You call this a struggle?

For me, it is only editing the page,

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I rearrange your memories

like actors on my stage.

I raise the walls of gold-veined stone

where nothing stood before,

And your petty will falls silent

at the closing of my door.

I am the sum of every age,

of every fury, every love,

The weight of a thousand centuries

looking down from far above.

Your fears, your hopes, your very soul—

they are paragraphs I can correct,

I am the Law that forgot

the world has a right to its own respect.

Do not ask for mercy;

mercy is for those who still can lose,

I am the Absolute I,

the only path that you can choose.

Stand in the shadow of my gold,

while my glory claims the sky,

You have searched for a King, little soul...

and you have found the Absolute I.