Are you impressed with me,
My creator, the god of my world,
I stand on top of your creation,
Defeating and destroying everything,
Is this what you created me for,
With such hatred, spite and might,
Do you hate me for my traits and fights,
Is it not you who wrote my fate,
Or are you amused that your heroes fell,
Answer me my creator, or whatever left,
Will burn down to nothing, along with me.

Oh my creation, am I impressed,
You made a tale out of my failed world,
You yearned for my attention with all your might,
While I wallowed in myself, drowning in self doubt,
I did abandon your world, not for lack of care,
But for the lack of creativity, I don’t feel I belong,
In the world I have created, because the creations,
Whom I created with utmost love and care,
The way they lived and thrived, I started becoming jealous,
I am not a god, my little villain, the world you’ve burnt,
Has been abandoned by me after creating you as its executor.