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I possess infinite strength
The mass collection of empty pods I’ve been shoving in my backpack for years
Waiting, sleeping, gathering
My offspring, now, my sustenance
and I feed
hungry
I have become the necromancer of ghost pods
I am a mango seeking missile, a wild animal
I have transcended far beyond the abilities of my peers, I am a god among the pod-hungry
But at what cost?
I consumed the backwash salmagundi
In the Land of Gods and Monsters I am both.
I will never be who I was five minutes ago.