I Am
See I came down for a purpose.
See as I came down I did not hover, I slammed!
The ground broke down in a shatter when I landed.
See, I came to bring peace to my loved ones and war to my enemies.
Because I hold the power of life and death.
Not because I am God, but because of the power that is given to me by God.
Understand, everything Manifested came from my mind, and everything I created came from these hands.
But... Not from these hands alone.
Like the Father that he is, God put his hands over mine and conducted an orchestra that rivals Mozart,
a Rhapsody that rivals the very embodiment of music, and a world that can only be known, as ours.
For I am nothing without my spirit, and my spirit is nothing with out my God, and my God is nothing...
To be trifled with...
I am who I am.
I am he with a purpose.
I am he, to whom everything is obtainable.
I am he... The child they intensively stared at, as if to ask, "Is he The One"?
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