To Much To Soon

Shadows moving across the sky, begin to cry
Soldiers marching up from Tartarus refusing to be denied
Atlas following order, told to drop the fucking sky
If it was not for Hercules everyone would surely had died  
  
Man as you remember fucking won the last battle  
With Hope on their side the Titans and Gods were shattered  
But the immortals were down, they were never truly defeated  
They sat back and watched as man realized the strength that was need  
    
The strength needed to make decisions for yourself  
 To have a frame of mind where you truly love everyone else  
To be the guardian of the planet and ensure that no hurt came to her  
To look at the most beautiful of creature without think of their fur  
    
They knew that man would fail, they took pleasure in each other's pain  
The immortals started feeling their powers being regained  
But it was to soon to attack now, man would only reunite  
Hope would have their back, and the immortals would loose the fight  
    
So they sat and watched the wars, year after year, for no reason  
They gain strength from the destruction to the planet season after season  
The constant bickering, even among those of the same tribe  
It was dam near time the immortals could feel the vibe  
    
They were gather on the battle fields, a missiles program to seek and destroy  
Man was about to wipe himself out with his own little toy  
As the bombs went off the immortals rejoiced  
Hope would never render aide to such a destructive human force  
    
But yet they wait, man will eventually run himself back to the caves  
He will curse each and every invention ever made  
He will creep in the shadows, foraging the foothills, weary from battle  
Then the immortals will return giving back the baby his rattle