Reborn with immense power, unable to control it — I, now called a god, am wrapped in sorrow:

Blinking I did, so dizzily, for my eyes were filled with something – almost sticky  
Birthed from a new mother I came,, a burst of bright light accompanying me coming forth  
For power I possessed so great in amount  
That the whole region was burned to the ground  
For my power is so great and mighty, to mighty to handle  
For my parents were gone- and so was my cradle  
A sad story, but so awfully true, alone in the wreckage I was burned through  
But death hath not claimed my pitiful soul, for I was alive,  
Alive in a pitiful state, my power about  
Attracting monsters and demons who I killed with a shout  
For my power was great, the end it brought about  
The end of a world, O vast and beautiful

Doth start shalt be thy demise, for thy life is empty, as empty as the clouds  
No gods in sight to stop this fright  
For power thy possess so great in quantity- but what shalt thou do with it  
Love or Drown  
In sorrow or hate, in Love or joy  
Forever thy live is sorrowful- a sorrowful god

For what am I?  
God or Devil?  
For the world I have destroyed, my birthplace turned to rubble.