• Many fools admire Them
    They tend to call Them great
    Yet because of this, They hath become
    The center of my hate

    Once comforting friends,
    Now despicable foes
    They are nothing but deceitful,
    This I've come to know

    They pulls blankets of wool
    Over everyone's eyes
    Few take off these blankets
    Those who do not, I've come to despise

    Many have claimed
    That They cannot be replaced
    Do these fools not know
    They care not of the troubles they've faced?

    They, called Gods, are my only rivals
    The highest mountains I've yet to climb
    People have come to worship them
    'Cause we were "made" in "their" design

    I, however,
    Can create things, too
    The more knowledge I gained
    The more my power grew

    A God's power is finite
    While authors, like I, can do as we please
    Create, destroy, and mold
    To us, these things are a breeze

    That which people worship
    Is what I call a fraud
    For unless your power is limitless
    Can you truly be called a God

    Even if Gods DO exist,
    They too can die
    Not even Gods are safe
    From Death's demise

    We must forsake these Gods
    If we truly want peace
    Heed this warning, for if you don't
    Wars will never come to cease