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You wished upon the heavens for power and they gave it to you.

You could tame the vicious seas; Out run the fastest beast; Strength so great that mountains were made. You soared through the skies as free as a bird. The best gift of all was immortality. You could neither age or die.

Humans started to worship you as a God. But not all. Some grew fearful, and their number grew each passing day. Your friends feared too. They made a plot to catch you in your sleep. You were placed in a stone coffin. They sealed it and sent it deep into the sea.

When you woke, you were sad. The only thing that still made you human was the connection you had to your people, and know they thrown you aside. You stopped being human at that moment. You mustered up all the strength you had and made the seas split into two. Your rage was shown in the skies and earth. The ground would tremor and the heavens roared as you made your way back to the humans.

You were worshiped as a God. Now, you became one. You saw humans beneath you and you ruled the world with an iron fist. The world was finally peaceful. It was orderly and prosperous under your rule. Now tell me, is power good?