The gods laugh at our will,
anguish and shame to instill.
The gods say we are their creation,
a mistake and an abomination.
The gods boast we have utterly no power,
believing us to hide in darkness and cower,
as over life and existence they tower.
The gods say they pull the strings of our lives,
that no path is our own choice to bear with strife.
Our predetermined destiny awaits us?
Don't make me laugh.
Enraged we are coming to your front door,
upon the heavens your blood we will pour.
There is no stopping us now foolish entities,
gazing to your soul I see you now realize,
you should not have made us your enemies.
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