3angst5me Poem by Phil McDonnell

Behind the angst ridden teenage boy floated a being of such unfathomable power and beauty that our unenlightened minds cannot even begin to understand its existence. It’s name would take forty days and forty nights to utter a single syllable. It thrives off emotions and across the vast majesties of time and space it uses it’s unlimited array of power to create universes filled with such beauty and wealth that even the great King Gilgamesh would stare with Envy. Creatures so beautiful that out eyes would pluck themselves from our sockets unable to handle the majesty of the sight before them. Madness befalls any human the has the blessing of gazing upon one of these beings for a second. All of this because a whiny teenage boy had supplied an eldritch creature with power through his whiny stereotypical actions.