It was written...

My success was foreknown by the greater 'he'... my creator.

It was written...

That I'd be a STAR- 
On his path to unearthing a divine secret,- 
To being the sun of God's that should highlight how dark you are. 

And now, I'm his word, life. His purpose, my fate is complete.

That I'd be The PrinceCharmer, 
Inspiring and motivating, 
Seasoning the tasteless norm, making cold words warmer, 
And rekindling dying flames in those whose lives had lost meaning. 

That I'd be the creator's loyal servant. 
Willingly doing his will, not my want. 
That I'd be a friend in need. 
A vessel of pure affection in both word and deed. 

That I'd be a great poet, 
Fighting wickedness with the letters of the alphabet. 
That I'd be ridiculed, cursed and hurt. 
That the price of my innocence would be the treatment of dirt. 

That I'd be a survivor; 
Striding down the street of horror without having to quiver. 
That I'd always make it, 
No matter how tough the situation, I'll always break it! 

It was written that my heart would be broken, by a chain of rotten soft words spoken. 
So, when you see it happen, I hope your love, you'll deepen, your fears weaken and your faith, you'll strengthen. 

It was said, then-
That I would sit down to scribble with this virtual pen. 
That you'll set heart upon this piece just before my royal reign... 
It's my time. And this that you're reading too, was written. 

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