God Slayer

I always thought that there was ways to kill gods.

A lovely red

Flowed from the form

Of someone

Who could not die

 

While that is true

In Battle and Fights

There are other ways to

Slay a 'God'

 

It is true after all that

"To be forgotten, is worse than death"

The Gods memories in human's minds

Fade with each day

 

Slowly they fade into legend

Legend turns into myth

And finally Myth into Obscurity.

Humanity forgets itself and it's past

 

As one deity falls

Another rises to take it's place

A never ending circle

Of humans fearing the God's wrath.

Author's Note

Ignore grammar and structure problems since I just randomly came up with this. For some reason I STILL like this though. >.<

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