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Cronus and Zeus

Oh Zeus where are you now?

The Greeks brought low and the Romans fall

To the flame of a new God

Oh Zeus where will you run?

Your temples burn and your statues crumble

To the cry of a new age

Oh Zeus my son

Oh Jupiter my kin

Cry for yourself now

Where will you run?

Where can you hide?

When you are left behind

What do you become?

Oh Zeus where are your children?

They are fading from your sight

Damned by the mortal’s plight

Oh Zeus where are your faithful?

Raped and murdered by their kin

Heathens and heretics for their sin

Oh Zeus my son

Oh Jupiter my kin

Cry for us now

Where will we go?

Where will we hide?

When Gods are left behind 

What do we become?

Oh Zeus

Without prayer what are we?

With no faith can we be?

Oh Zeus so cold

Oh Jupiter so old

Time for us now

Where will we run?

Where will we hide?

When we are left behind 

What do we become?

◄ A Game of Sorts

Creation ►

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