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Here is a poem I wrot that goes woth the story I am writing.

"In the Beginning before Time was created
The Gods created a world of paradise.
They protected the ancient civilizations
With an iron fist of power and of glory.
The Gods freely roamed
The once pure and joyous Realm of Man
Without a care or feeling of shame.

But in these Modern Times
The Gods faded into myths and legends.
We destroyed our only paradise
For that of Machines and Technology.
They have forsaken the Human Race,
For we are now broken toys.
Constantly killing ourselves
And our once beautiful planet.
Greed consumed the Heart of Man.
Our ancestors began by
Murdering and defying the Gods.
Simply for Human Wealth.

They no longer care
If we live or die.
If we are full of sorrow or hate.
'Why," they ask, "should we care
If you are loved or abused?"
Once the Human Race was their joy,
Only to become their greatest shame.
We created the Darkness
That engulfs our world.

Are the Gods are dead to Humans,
Or are we dead to them?
They care not
For foul creatures
They once created from the Ash and Dirt
Of the Old World.

In the Beginning of the End
The Gods shall return,
To massacre the vermin
That infect this planet.
They shall fill the world,
With Fire and Blood.
None shall show mercy
Upon our souls."