All the King's Horses

I really must be sending out some sort of cosmic beacon to everyone in the past who I have met. For better in some cases and for way worse in others. It seems that so many have come back to speak and I don't want to even acknowledge some of their existences. But I must and I will because in the end sometimes all you have is pain. Though I do not enjoy pain, I will relive it. They cannot take my anger. The fury that taught me to be so strong in these all to weak days. Yes, I hold long grudges. And I will sit in perennial judgment and sometimes hypocrisy of those I have known and will come to meet. I will make NO excuse for that. I have earned my place on a throne judicial. To be in my world, my kingdom is to sit before that throne and endure the fiery eye of justice. Otherwise walk on little all-to-human. I haven't the time to shepherd your herd these days. Go on set you discerning gaze upon me. Find what you will and hate what I am because I give no pretense. Caring so little for the days and nights of those who cannot see to go under. I am becoming. I am overman. I am not alone. Just in sparse, but powerful companies these days. Do not slit your throat with the mistake of proximity. Keeping you close means little in my view. Sometimes those the closest are first to be destroyed. Remember, Life is brutal close to a star. Hard to stand on one's own when the ground keeps moving. I am reborn the great over-child. Renewal! Rebirth! I rebuke thee lil sheep of past and future for I have learned to live forsaking your dirty wool.