The Human Race Is Covered in Dust, and They Would Rather Die Than Become Slaves of Gods.

The human race is a slave, crawling at the feet of the gods, living like dust and dying like grass. Humiliated during the day, facing death at night, all people are numb and despair. He once knelt under the scorching sun, was on the verge of death in the moonlight, was scolded and covered with bruises. Once he was saved, he no longer bowed his head. When the sun is born, one is a slave, and when the moon is dead, one is a bone; when one is born, one should stand up, and when one is extinct, one will rest. In this life, he used his broken body as a blade and his blood as a front to lead the human race to rise up in resistance. With my humble body, I declare war on the almighty God!