He was a god. Well, not a god per se,
Creator, yes, but not at all divine.
No man would ever think to kneel or pray
To him, but that, I know, would suit him fine.
A deity in miniature he was,
A god not made for any of his peers;
He built his worshippers, as each god does,
But for a different reason. It appears
He wanted knowledge - not grown on a tree,
But rather cultivated in the minds
Of his creations. With that he could be
Content. And so it is his story finds
No cataclysm, for he found a way
To hide his world within a wall of gray.
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