The Promise of the Fallen

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The Epic of Heroes, 

is spoken by the tongues of men

written by the quills of the gods 

and carved by the destiny of creation.


Then if this holds true

the hero who had failed us now

and who surrendered to the enemy

he is my rival

whom I look at bitterly

for he had delivered us

unto evil.



Now the gods themselves

have abandoned me

and all those among me 

Have we not provided good offerings?

This was our fattiest cow

on our altar which we killed

our most innocent lamb

that bled for us

the limbs of the perfect creature,

 who was torn apart.


Certainly, then the gods 

favor our enemies

for even fate itself hates

the face and soul of my race.


From weary coast

to blood-soaked plains

 whose vastness I cannot describe 

with any worldly words alone.


 Who has truly seen all things

if they had not heard their people cry

 weeping for their sovereignty

 their dignity

stripped and ripped from children

 as if they were wild beasts

of this earth?


Hound dogs

 who have smelt of many horrid things

dare not cross the boundaries

 that have been formed

by the corpses of my people.


 It had been numerous

the causalities

seen as a tragedy by God

but was seen

as another day passed

to them against me.


How lonely it must be 

to be the only

 civilized man 

among barbarians 

barbarians disguised 

as wise sages

who know nothing

but to cause torment

 and agony on the weak!


I pity me

and all those who are alive among me

for it is in times like this 

that I am grateful

that the slaughtered are dead

and spiteful that I live. 


What horrid fate is this

that I must witness the destruction

of all which is sacred and Holy 

of all which my eye can behold

curated and orchestrated, 

sorely on the whims

 of a distant conqueror

I have yet to know?


 I only know of his heart

 which has been revealed 

through his various evils

 of which he had bestowed 

upon this land.


I know of him

and I know him as wicked

for if he is Satan,

then I am Lord.


I will rain down vengeance

and do unto them

what had been done 

unto me.





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