•E P I G R A P H•
They have marked you as a thing of past,
A figment of ancient imagination,
Which never did truly exist,
But have we truly forgotten you,
O, the gods of the past?
They say that you all never existed,
Stories without worth,
But have we truly removed you from our hearts,
O, the gods of the past?
They say that you are 'obsolete'
Praying is but a waste of time,
But have we truly stopped wondering about you,
O, the gods of the past?
They say that you are the embodiment of evil,
The devil's way to distract,
But have we truly diminished your worth,
O, the gods of the past?
They have marked you as a thing of the past,
A figment of ancient imagination,
Which never did truly exist,
But have we truly forgotten you all,
O, the gods of the past?
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Poetry"My heart resides in these pages." A collection of nonfiction poetry about the magnificent and benevolent gods of the past told through the eyes of a mortal girl millions of years younger than them. "What I hate, is the smallness of mind, the lack...
