"I created them perfect. Good, kind, full of love.
They were my children and were absolute.
From my hair, they were woven into art. From my skin, I gave them emotions. From my face, I bestowed them wisdom.
I was their God, after all.
But corruption spreads. And they sacrificed the good for evil. Their sympathy for lust. Their kindness for a mountain of anger. Their love for hate.
And so I hated them, too. I grew angry. Sad. Broken. My children, so perfect. I grew hateful of them.
I grew mad.
I became what I swore never to be.
A false God."

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