We once believed in gods,
Who commanded the blood of innocents,
And the hearts of the vulnerable.
You think that's despicable?
You weren't the one who threw them from their thrones,
And slit their throats,
With knives made of starlight.
You weren't the one who tore their palaces,
And drank their blood,
To become the monster that they were.
We are the new evil,
We are the new despicable,
We are the god slayers.
And yet, no one finds the time,
To cry out,
To call to our names,
Like you did to them.
I wonder why?
Maybe you saw our evil for what it really was,
Maybe you saw out bloodstained hands,
Or maybe, we offered you nothing in return,
So that you'd turn a blind eye.