TEARS OF THE GODS

Written by: SEAN CLAUDINE

Cruel my lords, this life is cruel

its craves the warmth of running blood, to sate its dry lands

it is so filled with animosity, i saw as it sees and felt as it feels.

it mocks these lords of earth who walk tall and boast superior than most

yet remain the greater slaves.

let me fall and crumble to nothing but clay

for from it our lord porter unfurl this rebelious soul

what the porter made and shed for, once his eyes left the world fell.

 " it is from the dust of time and the tears of the gods whence these worlds came"

 as the mysteries of great antiquity testify,

 early in the dawn of menkind in the city of ( the sun ) heliopolis

 where the outworlders were common, feared worriors

  great men from unirveses yonder .

this world fell and became empty

with time stray foul spirits, found the core.

and by means of dark sorcerypoured its malice

into the earth psyche. vast emotions like the great oceans turned black by guile

cold dark ways, so the earth fell into its bottomless core and became heartless and into fine sand its heart crumbled and overflowed the seas of sand