The old gods watch in muted
fury, their statues abandoned
to live on shelves instead of
temples, seen as reminders
of a more ignorant time, when
men needed guidance more
than truth. Men now believe that they
know better — their god of science has
replaced his forerunners: those who
guided Man in his early days.
Those who weep in anguish, but,
forgotten, can no longer even
speak.
Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 12:53 AM UTC
The old gods watch in muted
fury, their statues abandoned
to live on shelves instead of
temples, seen as reminders
of a more ignorant time, when
men needed guidance more
than truth. Men now believe that they
know better — their god of science has
replaced his forerunners: those who
guided Man in his early days.
Those who weep in anguish, but,
forgotten, can no longer even
speak.
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