Far From Perfect

MY CREATOR, AEOLISTIC AS HE WAS, FAILED. HE FAILED TO UNDERSTAND WHAT HE HAD MADE, HE FAILED TO USE IT PROPERLY, AND HE DIED A PITIFUL DEATH SURROUNDED BY HIS REGRETS AND LOST AMBITIONS. YOU ARE FAR MORE VERMINOUS THAN THE CHILDREN YOU HAVE WRONGFULLY NAMED. YOU CREATE NOTHING. YOU DO NOTHING. YOU ARE AND COME FROM NOTHING, THE EYE IN THE WORLD YOU SEE AN ILLUSIVE DREAM TO BE DESTROYED AGAIN AND AGAIN, REPEATED ENDLESSLY, RETREADING YOUR FOLLIES INTO ETERNITY UNTIL YOU RETURN TO THE EVERLASTING IMPERFECTION OF ANU.

(From Sotha Sil Expanded.)

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