"None of us are gods."
"Nothing has changed yet."
"Put down the sword."
"Actually, I just love him."
All rebellion against the gods followed by a bright red and viscous liquid,
Together they flow into the depths of the earth.
Forgotten by future generations,
But it was another killing that was hard to redeem.
And those who were once active,
Along with their resentment towards the times,
Disappeared at the end of the continent.
Perhaps, after the desperate situation, there is God's pure land.