This work was inspired by the song "We Are Gods" from audiomachine.

I'd love to hear your interpretations. Please Enjoy!

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We are gods.

We have watched the first stars being born.

We have watched the first planets being built.

We have watched them all die, watched them return to the abyss they came from.

Galaxies have been created, suns have exploded, leaving black holes in their wake.

Life came to be.

We awoke.

And we watched.

It is a small planet, meaningless, but a dot in the great space of the universe, and yet...

And yet it bears such great impact on us.

For we have awoken, have come to consciousness led by their prayers.

Such tiny beings they were, humans.

They thought their impact so great, their kingdoms eternal.

I have watched countless empires rise and fall in the mere blink of an eye.

But they gave us a new sense of life, if one would truly call our existence life.

To us, life or death matters not.

We simply are.

We are gods, and the humans shape us with their minds and prayers, whispers gone before they reach us, and yet we are aware of them.

And yet, they hold us, make us think, keep us close to this tiny speck of dirt that is their entire world.

I do not know what they want.

We do not understand their needs and thoughts, gone so fast, as strange to us as we are to them.

It's a curious thing, perspective.

For all our greater lives, we do not understand much.

We do not need to understand.

We only have to be.

The humans have been restless, as their species is, or maybe it just seems like that to us.

But they have begun to forget about us.

How they became aware, we cannot tell.

How any of this is connected, we do not understand.

But they have forgotten us, and some of us ceased to exist.

As every sun dies eventually, as the universe must die eventually, the same fate awaits us.

It is not a thing to avoid.

It is.

Just as we are.

We are gods, and the humans have remembered.

For all that they have evolved, they still cannot grasp our sense of being.

Their impact has grown.

They remember us, and they fear.

We do not know what this means, for those feelings are quick in nature and but a spark in the greatness of space.

They remember us, and they fear us, and we are dissipating.

It does not matter.

We are gods, and we accept the mechanisms of what is around us.

We do not interfere.

We are gods, and the earth is still.

It has been a long time since this sun was born, and now it has done its time.

We do not know how long it has been.

It has been more than a blink.

It has been more than a flash.

But we do not measure time as the humans did.

It does not matter.

The universe keeps changing, stars are born and die, life blooms only to perish.

There are less of us now, without the humans.

We do not count, but we are aware, now.

There is something else, now, too.

It is unfamiliar.

For all we have seen, this is entirely foreign to me.

I do not know if we all share this, this thing that is not a part of the universe itself.

We do not understand, and we do not speak.

We are gods, yet we are not immortal.

Perhaps we do more than simply exist, after all.

We are gods.

I do not dwell on the Thing.

It does not matter, for nothing is of continuity and nothing is eternal.

I am a god.

The Thing has grown, as They have vanished.

I am alone.

I exist.

I watch.

I think.

Perhaps the Thing is a feeling.

I tis unfamiliar and strange, for it is not our purpose to feel.

Flitters of it have reached me, long ago, the echoes of the humans'volatile... emotions.

I wonder what it is.

I do not think that I will know.

I am a god.

The stars have gone.

I do not know why I am still here.

I do not know why I question.

There is nothing to question.

Existence will take its way, life will cease, and nothing will stay forever, not even the universe.

I know that for all I have seen, the universe is but a tiny glimpse of what is.

My being is greater than all life I have watched could ever imagine, and I know there are things I cannot comprehend.

I do not understand why I am trying to comprehend now, after all.

Perhaps I am searching for an answer.

An answer to a question that should not be asked.

But I do not change what is, for I cannot bend fate.

The stars have gone, and the planets have crumpled.

There is nothing.

I am all that is.

I am nothing.

Nothing is me.

Not light nor dark reaches where I am, if one would call it a place.

I am a god.

It is a lonely life.