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Fall of the Gods

- Fall of the Gods -
The true origins of mankind�

Prelude: The Children of God

O ye powers of inspiration, graces and muses!
Lend my words your fire; that I may here tell�
With a vision and a clarity that never confuses,
These secret memories: that I cannot ever quell.
From modern illusions, break free all wisdom�
So that ancient truths may come swiftly to light.
Walk with me to that far and distant kingdom�
Where twelve Olympian gods, ruled all in sight!
Exiled from the heaven of the empress Sophia,
Because she stole from the divine to create me,
I lived on Kobol, dreaming a Promethean idea.
A planet with a bright star within the velvet sea!
Arising from my old dreams, were the archons.
I did not know of the Olympian race�s making,
Because my world existed in a void for eons�
Nor what powers of old had in that a partaking.
Seven archons born before the new gods arose,
Creations invested with souls by my lost skill�
One soulless, and therein my old essence goes!
I became my own creation, born of a cold will.
Loneliness, drove me thus from my first form�
And when the upstart gods arose all in majesty,
Betraying ancient pacts which were the norm�
Thus swiftly began the earliest celestial tragedy.

Part I: The Rise of the Titans

Though few were we when we gathered of old,
The fates did favor us, in our righteous cause�
We sons of the ancients, so immortal and bold,
Rose up against divine tyranny without pause�
Until fire gripped the heart and tipped the odds,
Of our rebellion which was also a preservation!
When cataclysm rocked the planet of the gods,
The circle was broken, with one confrontation.
Was I so jealous that my brethren despised me?
When gods make war, it is for the divine plan�
Yet they were jealous of the goddess I did see!
So we strove to teach them by her command�
Until in the distance, the sounds of solitude long,
Gripped that lost world once a sacred paradise.
The false gods were toppled and proven wrong,
Driven from glory along with their countless lies.
Turning in the orbits of a silently majestic dance,
No longer could the shepherd guard the sheep�
The circle could not hold, as the elder romance,
Of man and machine caused the waking to sleep.
Too late to turn the tide, once chaos is loosed�
And so that world so near the high white throne,
Knew the most unholy conflict man produced�
Of what use, the exaltation of flesh and of bone?

Part II: The Exodus to Terra

They wiped themselves out whilst we had fled�
Led by the five elementals beyond a starry void.
In the distance, a familiar song for leagues led�
We seven rulers of a people thought destroyed.
There is a wind in the stars, and it carried us far,
Enduring hardships far beyond our lost world�
Until we were cleansed in mind, healed of scar,
Made whole again, and stainless as white pearl!
The home we fled to is now no more, broken�
A belt of rocks in the starry void as cold as ice!
We had called it Terra, a planet given as token,
Unto our race, and taken, by our own device�
That which became the Tartarean Belt between,
Two other worlds as was writ of in our old lore.
Where the red planet and the gas giant gleam�
That is the grave of Terra, from the ages before.
Shall I speak of Terra�s queen, and her tragedy?
How in her final era, many rose up to protest�
Or perhaps her allies, and their reptilian dignity!
No I shall not; for passed is the bloody contest.
Surely, no revelation would it bring but sadness,
How a people and a world could totally perish!
But cycles repeat, as innocence and gladness�
Are put second by some folk unable to cherish.

Part III: The War in Heaven

Our memory of the planet of the gods was fair,
And so the survivors of Terra there did return�
Only to find it too barren for our hearts to bear!
Too much time passed since battle�s cruel burn.
The five elementals raised us up one more time,
And in secret, we made ourselves a great kin�
Determined to follow a course that was sublime.
We sought out our old foes to judge of their sin!
What followed was the War in Heaven of story,
The descendants of the false gods had lived on.
We Titans, fought against the Olympian glory�
And on their many worlds, war as hot as a sun,
Caused blossoms of doom, to rise up in clouds!
They called us rebels and upstarts without soul.
But we fought for God or so we told crowds�
Who gathered to our side, our praises to extol!
Darkness descended upon the children of God,
Caught up in conflict, rising up only to plummet.
Nightmares unceasing, fire scorching the sod�
Of worlds without number, in heavenly summit!
Gears that turned eternal, at last ceased to spin,
As the machinations of years, began to unravel.
When you share one maker, hatred wears thin,
And so we longed to end war, if only to travel.

Part IV: The Fall from Grace

In the end, neither side could struggle that way,
And God was against us both or so it did seem.
Titan and Olympian now sought a brighter day,
As together we set forth across a starry stream.
Dreaming of meadows and valleys and gardens,
Seeking to make a heaven, out of even our hell.
Long was our exile, and heavy all our burdens,
Since the end of the war, when all the gods fell!
The elementals returned, and angels did guide�
The memory of a place we had left from shame.
And so to the place where lost Terra did abide,
We remembered its� destruction and our blame.
The red planet, a Terran colony, was long dust,
And we despaired until we beheld a blue jewel.
Shining across the way, from the dead red rust,
Filled with green valleys, and blue oceans cool.
Life is precious, a gift that God does not repeat,
Save when the time is right, and the hour nigh�
We learned to love nature, and savor her sweet,
Remembering what made Mars become so dry.
I walked with the elementals themselves once�
And learned the wisdom only they could impart.
To forsake balance in all things is to be a dunce!
And woe unto any: who listen not, to their heart.

Part V: The Memory of Terra

We named her Terra honoring a world we lost,
You call it Earth, and do not recall your origins.
To this very day she endures no matter the cost.
You are the proof, of how all life�s story begins.
We gave you knowledge, and gave you birth�
You called us mythical, as we walk among you.
You do not realize, of your own planet�s worth!
And yet you claim to treasure it and love it true.
We gather in your shadow, we pretend to fit in,
But the goddess I saw long ago, I behold anew.
Whilst you fight petty wars that no one can win,
I remember how amongst the stars I once flew.
The fall of the gods was by our very own hand,
History can repeat, unless we break the cycle�
My old memories awaken as by her command.
Man is the alien and existence is a holy miracle!
The universe was the cradle that nourished us�
Amidst a backdrop, of history you cannot read,
Save in the myths that came down with a fuss�
As ancient truth changed to suit your later need.
O mankind, you are but a child and know it not!
The time is nigh for growth and change to arrive.
But only as wisdom and compassion, are begot,
For they are the foundations on which we thrive.