A battle between self proclaimed gods and mankind, a unglorified portrayal of the true nature of humanity.

Smite them down he said

As thunder broke-

 The calm of storms

As raindrops spoke

Their broken rhyme

For gods had bled

In battles waged

Against the dead

He spoke no more

For he had died

In their battle

But turned the tide

Against his own

For they had won


The dying grow numb

The End

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