The Voice of Creation

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 I was born in silence, before time’s first flame,

A ripple unchained, with no master, no name.

From the womb of stars, I broke the void,

A thunder of being the dark employed.


I am the pulse of galaxies wide,

The roaring breath where comets glide.

Across the planets, I carve my song,

A force eternal, fierce and strong.


I strike with the fury of suns that die,

I ride on the wings of a newborn sky.

Supernovae herald my flight,

I am the anthem of endless night.


Through nebula veils and cosmic streams,

I shake the fabric of timeless dreams.

The universe trembles at my command,

Yet I slip unseen through matter and sand.


I am the echo that never ends,

The sound of beginnings, the arc that bends.

In every star, in every flame,

The cosmos remembers my hidden name.


I am the blast, the storm, the fire,

The voice of creation, raw desire.

Forever I move, forever I sing,

The boundless breath of everything.


I am destruction, fierce and wild,

Yet mercy too, both wrath and child.

I tear, I heal, I build, I free,

The cosmic pulse belongs to Me.


I am the soundless sound you hear,

The truth beyond both hope and fear.

In every blast, in every breath,

I am the Lord of Time and Death.

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