Rise of the evil hearts.
In the earliest of the days.
The beginings of newest nights.
The Gods of the world kept a Wathful sight.
Now they stand against somthing they could've never forseen.
The evil from many of hearts has reason.
Taking shape into what ever it desires.
The patheon of the thousand Gods fell.
Their divine blood crashing to the ground.
The death of the Main gods Brought upon the end of all things.
The world shook.
The oceans rised.
The forest ablazed with golden fire.
All of Man and Ker starving.
All of the animals dying.
The few remaining fled.
When they was found they bled.
So few still remain.
A shame the world is now dying.
