Great Existence

Early stages of a potentially interesting poem.

Existence is the most high.

Spitting at love.

Overpowering Strength.

Smiting hate.

Outclassing friendship.

Smothering super-powers.

Very much a part of these forces, but infinitely greater.

The singe vessel of unification, riding over the one all-inclusive ocean.

The one most high. 

With the rhythm of the ride. 

Perfection and greatness in the flawless eye.

Love exists.

Strength exists.

Hate exists.

Friendship exists.

Supernatural powers dwell in the realm of existence.

Existence, like the cosmic glue holding the craft of the universe.

The one quality that heaven shares with earth.

Existence is irreversibility. 

No force can take an existence away.

The fact is: 

Once one exists, even if destroyed, the existence still was.

And this is indestructable.

This is what gives existence its great power.

And its domination over all other forces.

Even forgotten, still a figment of the mind. 

No other quality can say this. 

Because every other quality exists.

Author's Note

Rubbish, a great concept, but not done to the best of my ability because I wanted to write, but I also really wanted to play Portal. Expect a polish-up and a edit in the future.