Not enough for me!

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL

I walked the strange mile, from the Library, to Carl's Jr every day. I felt the serge of total power, I felt the strain of every one, every where, doing every thing. I spun as I walked, eventually. I learned to regenerate, to spin in the most selfish way possible, but isolation was the only method, to keep this worldly successful mind. I thought "There must be more to this" since but a child, in the back yard, after pain, abuse, set my course of knowledge through accelerated thoughts, and being. So far advance, I tried to be my own retarder, avoiding the premonitions as the moment came to me. I fought back. I felt the rule within my veins as but a child, the power surged so deep within me, no fear, I knew how to rule, with an iron fist, but kept the beast always at bay.
 To this day I hate people, but see them for their all, and yet even more strangely to myself, I show compassion. I sat there, knowing the choice lay before me, I chose all. I don't believe in right, I don't believe in left, I am the few, who must walk the course, and have my very atoms split within me. I was the sensitive, and the forces jumped into them, those who would assume I had not played out somewhere deep, but not deep enough, how to slaughter them, with my fist, not afraid to bite, to tear. But this much power, a priori was the knowledge of true war, in my blood, knowing better, with wisdom beyond any norm of IQ test, knowing things around corners, by smell, by taste by feel. They say I was like a cat, but to many beings, absent of demons, occupied my being. All the force of pressing forth, to victory, to rule. I held this back, knowing the foreboding reality, nothing great is meant to occupy our time, only the mediocre shall pass false mark, to be rewarded. I became bored easy, knowing what the outcome be, if I could do a thing perfectly, "then what?" The mediocre say this is the talk of losers, but do they really get the point. All in sport, every thing is, but mine is superior I say. My spirit, my soul, is unafraid, truly, and I have fought the Devil himself, until I owned my soul, until Uber Gott, was all I served. Silent on the surface, these wars are overt but outside the default view, society is made to only see the straw man, and judge him by this as well.

 Not enough passion, nothing to be passionate about, when unraveled I the mysteries, of those things which mediocre man chases for a life time! Money, Women, Power? I know these secrets until they came to call me out, I had to know, I forever I do know, but abuse them I do not. I have a will towards temperance, but no longer shy to rule. I am ready for the place in dreams where I flew with angels wings. Fierce is the Angels way, Ugly, near part beast but indeed a heavenly one. Multifarious is the true fighters mind, not to gain by beating a mere mortal, and spending a life time in prison, or worse to be killed by jealous men, when the bite of war subside. I am not here for long, I knew since but a child. Demons, Witches, Druids and Gods, attacking me awake in dreams, sometimes jumping into peoples suits, taking them over. I studied the signs, and needed to know, I knew that life times would shrink before me. I expanded my mind, and spun so long, the Sun both cursed and blessed me. Saying as temperatures rose, wherever I may go, here is a King! But also, "So, Stellar, you wanted to know all that was of the tree of knowledge, and be as a God, then can you handle this scorching heat, are you invincible as you may think, as to survive these cosmic rays. I spin inside the sun, and felt it as the molten plasma became me, and the Sun did respond time and again. I blessed the world, and changed the order, dark times, deep and esoteric were they, and I was answered. My mind challenged, those near me, or thought me near, thought they knew me, but only the strawman did they ever see. I AM NOT THE STRAWMAN. I AM STELLAR FUCKING MASS!

I was there when Titans clashed. Followed me through time they did, remembering me, competing, though I picked the life of strife this time around, as all. I shall be tempered in ways, which shall forge a soul, and push me to break. Each and every time, another body, another suit, and I rode the beasts to yield to my powerful spirit. Any amount of pain and amount of hardship, am I ready for, for I have lost it all, and won it back. Bored am I, with the same outcome, time and again, no female nor coin is prize enough, no land entices me here, for it is all but the same. The same people, the same smells, the same dirt, the same, the same, the same. But this is part of the tempering, to endure it, I truly hope for the last time. Grind it deep inside my head, into my soul, so I do not forget what I truly fight for, on the other side, where my Men await, PRINCIPLES. This world a result from not, for lack, not enough for me, not enough indeed!