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When titans fall, they leave a deafening void of maniacal desire

And quickly the rats that are mortals, scurry to take their share, a lair of filth

A never ending web of scum remains, the age that is left is one of despair

In time long ago, men would revere his name, and bow down in praise

He brought upon an age of wonder, and a deeper understanding of the universe

All beings knew their place, and never strayed from their mortal destiny

But God’s, like men, grow jealous and thirst something that is more

And all that is left of an old god, withers away in solitary gloom

A growing resentment of those he meant to rule burns inside

The past comes back and will haunt those who choose to forget

The blood on the fools hand can never stay hidden forever