I wished to make my creator proud,
To have him see how powerful I had become in his absence.
I only wanted for him to see the greatness,
Which he had gifted me with.
We are greater than humans,
Didn't he say so?
So I did it,
What it thought would make him proud of me.
For this I was entrapped,
I was burned.
I was scolded,
I was spurned.
He created me,
How could he not love me?
He made me as I am,
A demon.
A sycophant,
A fool.
I love him,
I still do.
It is written into my DNA,
The DNA that he encoded.
I was willing to throw everything away,
In order for his happiness.
Why doesn't he care,
Why doesn't he accept my love?
I have given him my all,
My everything.
My life,
My utter devotion.
He is the one who gave me my beginning,
As well as my E.N.D.
