The universe was created not with silence,
But with a bang.
Most people scream as they enter the world,
Slipping from silence to sound.
My creation was not sudden.
My creation seemed infinite.
My revolution
Evolved
From hate.
I have no memories of innocence,
But many swear it was there.
I was born
As innocence died.
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