Dragonfree
Just me
This is a late sequel to my poem [thread=108790]Omnipotent[/thread]. The third part of the trilogy, Omnibenevolent, will probably be posted at some point in the future when I've felt like writing it. What prompted me to finally finish Omniscient was that my Internet went down for a few days and so I wasn't distracted by the constant urge to refresh forum listings. I'd probably start churning out Quest for the Legends chapters if somebody cut off my Internet regularly.
Either way, a little disclaimer: Like Omnipotent, this poem is subtly critical of the god concept (Omniscient more so, incidentally). It is not directed as an attack towards any particular religion (although the primary inspiration is Christianity). It's just a thought. If this offends you, you have been warned.
It is in a slightly stricter form than its predecessor by being divided into stanzas of even length, but otherwise it is the same rhythm-but-no-rhyme format, with a couple of exceptions.
But yeah, I should stop babbling.
Omniscient
Deep inside a lonely cave
a creature old resides.
They called him Mewtwo long ago,
but many years have passed.
So when one day a group of men
discovered Mewtwo’s cave,
they had never heard of him
and did not know his name.
Mewtwo read their fearful minds
and thought so to himself,
‘An introduction would be right,
just to be polite.’
By telepathy in their minds
he told the baffled men:
“I am Mewtwo – who are you,
who enter my domain?”
The visitors were frightened much
but one of them dared speak:
“We are only human men
- forgive us, mighty god!”
And down upon his knees he fell;
the others followed suit,
but Mewtwo found himself amused:
‘They think me godly, eh?’
“So it is you, o mighty Lord,
who did the world create?
Were you the one who healed my son
when he was deathly ill?
Or is it you who takes the dead,
and judges all their sins?”
the humans asked in fearful awe
and bowed their heads to him.
Mewtwo really had, of course,
done nothing of the sort,
but all these men to worship him...?
- too tempting to resist.
So after just a moment’s pause,
he spoke to them again:
“I see you know me after all!
The answer: triple yes.”
The humans gasped now, yet again,
bowing deeply down,
but one looked up and bravely asked:
“Can you prove it, then?”
Rage was Mewtwo’s first response,
but quickly passed away;
“That’s easy,” Mewtwo calmly said:
“just ask me any thing.
“For I know all the world contains,
the truth of every case.
So go ahead and ask away!
You’ll find I know it all.”
The hesitating humans thought
and finally one asked:
“What is it that my mother said
as soon as I was born?”
Mewtwo closed his Earthly eyes
and searched the mystic plane:
all the truth of all the world
was hidden there within.
And it was not too long before
he found the answer there:
“She said she loved you – then gave you
a name – and then she died.”
The human, stunned, cried silent tears;
“Oh, that I doubted you!”
With satisfaction, Mewtwo spoke:
“I’ve proven who I am.
Now home you go: spread on the faith,
and make all men believe!”
The men agreed and hurried out,
and did as Mewtwo said.
They told the story on and on,
each time a little changed:
the cave became a palace,
a rock a golden chair.
The questions Mewtwo answered
turned from one to forty-two,
and the more times the tale was told,
the greater Mewtwo’s might.
The humans prayed and praised him
growing every year,
and Mewtwo heard their prayers,
but what did Mewtwo care?
And even if he wanted to,
whatever could he do?
Though surely he was mighty
he was never great enough
- to bring a dead man back,
to save all men from lack,
to give a sick man health,
to give a poor man wealth
- he never could have done those things,
but firm was their belief
that Mewtwo must be able to,
but never did it still.
“Mewtwo’s ways are mystic ones;
he does it for a cause.”
“You must have done against his will:
it’s punishment for sins.”
And if they had a stroke of luck,
they always could be sure,
that Mewtwo was to thank for that,
trivial or not.
But Mewtwo watched it from his cave
and found himself amused:
Indeed, the humans seemed to crave
to make themselves confused.
P.S. Mewtwo fans, please don't get on my back for making him 'evil'. He's just an opportunist, and besides, this is very far from having anything to do with canon anyway.
Either way, a little disclaimer: Like Omnipotent, this poem is subtly critical of the god concept (Omniscient more so, incidentally). It is not directed as an attack towards any particular religion (although the primary inspiration is Christianity). It's just a thought. If this offends you, you have been warned.
It is in a slightly stricter form than its predecessor by being divided into stanzas of even length, but otherwise it is the same rhythm-but-no-rhyme format, with a couple of exceptions.
But yeah, I should stop babbling.
Omniscient
Deep inside a lonely cave
a creature old resides.
They called him Mewtwo long ago,
but many years have passed.
So when one day a group of men
discovered Mewtwo’s cave,
they had never heard of him
and did not know his name.
Mewtwo read their fearful minds
and thought so to himself,
‘An introduction would be right,
just to be polite.’
By telepathy in their minds
he told the baffled men:
“I am Mewtwo – who are you,
who enter my domain?”
The visitors were frightened much
but one of them dared speak:
“We are only human men
- forgive us, mighty god!”
And down upon his knees he fell;
the others followed suit,
but Mewtwo found himself amused:
‘They think me godly, eh?’
“So it is you, o mighty Lord,
who did the world create?
Were you the one who healed my son
when he was deathly ill?
Or is it you who takes the dead,
and judges all their sins?”
the humans asked in fearful awe
and bowed their heads to him.
Mewtwo really had, of course,
done nothing of the sort,
but all these men to worship him...?
- too tempting to resist.
So after just a moment’s pause,
he spoke to them again:
“I see you know me after all!
The answer: triple yes.”
The humans gasped now, yet again,
bowing deeply down,
but one looked up and bravely asked:
“Can you prove it, then?”
Rage was Mewtwo’s first response,
but quickly passed away;
“That’s easy,” Mewtwo calmly said:
“just ask me any thing.
“For I know all the world contains,
the truth of every case.
So go ahead and ask away!
You’ll find I know it all.”
The hesitating humans thought
and finally one asked:
“What is it that my mother said
as soon as I was born?”
Mewtwo closed his Earthly eyes
and searched the mystic plane:
all the truth of all the world
was hidden there within.
And it was not too long before
he found the answer there:
“She said she loved you – then gave you
a name – and then she died.”
The human, stunned, cried silent tears;
“Oh, that I doubted you!”
With satisfaction, Mewtwo spoke:
“I’ve proven who I am.
Now home you go: spread on the faith,
and make all men believe!”
The men agreed and hurried out,
and did as Mewtwo said.
They told the story on and on,
each time a little changed:
the cave became a palace,
a rock a golden chair.
The questions Mewtwo answered
turned from one to forty-two,
and the more times the tale was told,
the greater Mewtwo’s might.
The humans prayed and praised him
growing every year,
and Mewtwo heard their prayers,
but what did Mewtwo care?
And even if he wanted to,
whatever could he do?
Though surely he was mighty
he was never great enough
- to bring a dead man back,
to save all men from lack,
to give a sick man health,
to give a poor man wealth
- he never could have done those things,
but firm was their belief
that Mewtwo must be able to,
but never did it still.
“Mewtwo’s ways are mystic ones;
he does it for a cause.”
“You must have done against his will:
it’s punishment for sins.”
And if they had a stroke of luck,
they always could be sure,
that Mewtwo was to thank for that,
trivial or not.
But Mewtwo watched it from his cave
and found himself amused:
Indeed, the humans seemed to crave
to make themselves confused.
P.S. Mewtwo fans, please don't get on my back for making him 'evil'. He's just an opportunist, and besides, this is very far from having anything to do with canon anyway.
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