The dead gods lay before me
Skulls were as weak as grass under foot
They screamed  forgiveness
For the sorrow given, they were
As their slaves of death, reaped,
Life,
Death,
Eternity
Isn't forever as eternals think,
They fell before me,
I showed them absolution
Let them pray to those who looked
Down upon them, then eternity ended
Blood spilt not in anger, but justice
Fallen,
Released
Freedom,
For those underfoot, under staring eyes
That have now fallen cold,
Freedom from those who were praised
But always fell on deaf ears,
Now those ears hear no more calls,
For the old gods are dead,
Freedom for thought not for a
Idol,
Book
Gods
Never to be prayed upon,
Idols now shattered pottery upon  the floor
Books were ash, false promises no more,
Gods thought they were our saviours
Questions never answered, they
Are now in eternal rest, we are our own future,
Now that the  Old Gods Now Dead  *we are free once more..