Fallen, have the Gods
From the wideness of our eyes
Our necks now relaxed
Trying on their armor for size
Because they're high in the sky
And don't know how it feels
To dig their feet in the soil
To get lost in the fields
Yet they tell us it's fine
That our shoes will soon call
And the rocks and dirt
Will make strong of us all
Writing scriptures of memories
That they believe they had
But the filters of time
Has diluted the bad
So now they lay in the heavens
Making even of the odds
While we hide in the trenches
Watching the falling of Gods
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