I sliced the sun into two

And looted shimmering bars of gold

Which lined her womb, 

Her beloved broods I stole. 

 

I plucked the sturdiest mountains, 

The choicest adornments on the face of the globe. 

All it took were my hands, raw and unrestrained, 

Their maimed rubbles now abuse those they adore.

 

I remember the sea that like Moses I parted

And the ocean floor I made my way through.

Only this time I was uninvited, unwelcomed, unwanted.

By a vile sense of power I was seduced.

 

And how can I forget the verdant pastures I lathered

In malaises, miseries and atrocities abundant,

That from Pandora's jar I gathered? 

Such are the triumphs I love to flaunt.

 

More often than not,

I leave behind crumbs of hope.

Each crumb no bigger than a dot,

Glazed in honey from the finest honeycombs. 

 

I am nature, I am human, 

I am fate, I am destiny, 

I am God, I am Satan,

I am whatever you want me to be. 

 

Shifa