Tuesday, December 11, 2012


I look into the skies
To see the anger
The rage possessed
By our almighty Gods
Wrath, destruction, tyranny
All powered by the fear
Of our Almighty One
Of the the mortal deity
He has surfaced now
Shown his face to the Gods
As they now stand weak-kneed
Unprepared for our storm
A revolution of the mortals
Brought forth to the heavens
To overthrow this corruption
And do away with betrayal
So this question is asked
How does it feel, Gods?
To be the little man
Under the foot of a power

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