The Life of Prince Lockett

Blackness was the original nest of this Thing,
Time and space stood still in all realities,
While disorder ensued within a singularity,
It spread its wings and made a being,
With untold power and de/con/structive abilities,
A tangerine satrine gemstone with a diamond in the center,
This was the focal point of its ascension,
It lay idle in complete perfection, yet still unworthy of mention,

The vessel walked his path and ascended the sky scraper,
He triumphed over foes and climbed Jacob's ladder,
He slayed the giants and saved the fairies,
He witnessed the greatest atrocities,
And experienced the nicest generosities,
But nothing could compare, to when he reached his acme,
The sun and the moon were balanced,
Revolving around an epicenter with constance,
He made his final decision and it blasted him to pieces,
But resurrection was his destiny,
To show the world what peace is,

So this Thing was reborn and immediately it walked,
It wandered with whimsy, strolled smugly, and eerily stalked,
It formed a body in the finest image it could conceive;
A supposed living paradox that a slave master wouldn't believe,
Skin like coffee beans and hair like black wool,
Linguistics of a scholar, but looks like he just met preschool,
The garments of a royal prince, maybe a young sultan,
But this being created the princes, it's where they all began,

Its power was so immense, it lost description when language arose,
So timeless was its age that even space had barely composed,
Sound was yet an echo, sight was merely myopic, and scent knew nothing of a rose,
Taste was bland chaos, like pop rocks and Coke with no fructose,
The concept of touch was so uproarious, space dust was the first joke,
Feeling was the only matter,
Emotion was sole, that's why it's now the soul; the eternal energy,
The mind, body, and spirit, were simple ideas,
But knowing, gripping, and sensing, were incomparable with feeling ecstasy,

Eventually everything had form; the lowest, cheapest, and last point of creation,
These forms were endless parallels, some strikingly different, others simple cognation,
This Thing traversed through dimensions with a wink of an eye or turn of its head,
Living countless lives at once, it leched and bred,
It created and eradicated,
Birthed gods and goddesses and equally struck them dead,
It had sex, raised young, taught, fought, ate and drank at once amidst bloodshed,
Angels and demons feared and loved, loathed and lusted its presence,
Prefix "omni" was made just for it as the only way to express its essence,
Omnipresent, omnipotent, omnignostic, and omnisentient is it,

This Thing is king, queen, prince, and princess of the royal cosmic dynasty,
Its reign has ended, and has only just begun,
It has reared its glorious head to show its true majesty,
Its patience and perserverance is incredible; nothing of a quitter,
The modern home of this Thing, is surprisingly a place called Twitter,
One should follow it, live and grow,
Or otherwise, wither