Out of Many, One! Part 2

The Monuments Fall and Tributes End, Only Chaos Ensues.

My Heart Aches and My Mind is Splintered

I hear the voices in my mind saying "this must be right and that must be wrong."

The feelings in my heart kill me and I am sickened, all comfort ends.

My Old World Is Gone burned away by fire, the rest charred and useless.
I must make do with what remains, death has come and done its worst, all is quiet and bleak.

I begin to pick up the pieces of the old world, in my journey I find things that the old world never knew.

This novelty is powerful but the old is what I had grown used to.

Curiosity takes the best of me and I begin to forge a new world.

My Curiosity has shown me something that the old world kept me in fear of.

At the entrance to my new world says "E Pluribus, Unum ". I have grown powerful; look survivors have come to marvel at my new world, they begin to worship me.

The old world was about worshipping, so disgusted I was by their actions, I told them to stop and I showed them how to build a new world.

My Work and Determination saw me through, I have built a new world one better than the old one.

I have built much but my world is vulnerable, in time this world will remain charred and useless by the very same fires.

The old world I was a part of made me worship things outside of me, it did not ask, it forced me by fear.

I know now, that I am timeless and homeless, worlds may end but I am still here.

In times of Difficulty, I draw my strength.
In times of Uncertainty, I draw certainty.
In times of Quiet, I find myself.
In times of Melancholy, I become motivated.
In Times of Fear, I embrace Chaos.

Only one question remains, where does one build their new world?

Yet, I know that I must build by the grounds of the underground river.