In the Greek times, humans thought that the gods made them out of clayPrometheus molded them out of clay and Athena breathed life into them
The humans were designed to be similar to gods but made to worship their higher beings
There were around five ages of trial and error for creating mankind
The golden age died a peaceful death with no generations created from them
The silver age died an angry death by the gods wrath
The bronze age died by wars with the gods sending a flood to destroy to make anew
The heroic age died full of stories of adventures and demigods
The iron age finished in abandonment
I have made creations of clay as well
I may be responsible for their creation and the rise of their world's
I could be called the God or the father or mother of the world they call their own
But I will not make the mistake of the gods before me and abandon them
For any of the faults of their world is from mine and if I see it as wrong, then the world I am from is worse

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poems and short stories
Short Storystories and poems that I came up with at three am