No one was greater than the Titans, their words were the laws , they held each other's hands and touched the sky, tried to size it , a foolish decision paved the road to their doom
Men grew wings and lived above the clouds looking down at the mortal dust, shining with the Halo of divinity ,but those who can't create life are no gods as even those who willed the wind and seas , and moved the sun and the moon were no gods
They forgot that the mortal dust once raised their heaven above the clouds and gave them wings
They forgot the score of their power, and how much of it they can really Weald ,a typical human behavior
You are a tool for them, a tool that can slit their through , the bastard son of heaven , just a glorified ox that does their dirty jobs
But The bastard is forever a bastard even if he has a god as a father
Don't compromise,and don't back down, as i live you are irreplaceable for them, don't sacrifice yourself for another, your life is more precious than anyone's life, and people tend to forget what you did for them anyway, let them rot , as when you bleed no one of them is going to bitty you
