Mortal Science

Here lie the bones of a once great god He died as he lived by the whim of man Born on the breath of an obscure need Died on the back of a million lies Sifting through the ashes of our history We'll find countless gods such as these Conjured for a specific need Discarded on a gambler's greed We'll kill our gods, every last one Our need is always temporary We'll kill our gods, every last one They can't keep up, they never could

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026