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[theroofcat]

Old Ruins

Do you see those pillars, broken and chipped?

See the sun rise above vine covered ruins, of hollow shells of proud buildings?

The people who make these ruins kill those that made this city, hungry for freedom and hungry for power.

Do you know what these people where?

They were builders, tailors, bakers. They were fighters, archers and leaders.

They were the ones who trained gods, the ones who guided the new gods in to their power, the ones who took the god in so they would not be alone.

They were an old race, one person could live for over a million years and the oldest known person being two million.

But because they lived so long children were rare, making this city our place of birth and home 

So those that feared our power came down on the city, there were only so many fighters, only so many archers and few leaders.

They slaughtered us.

Walking among the ruins, I wonder if this was meant to destroy the world. They all knew our purpose, yet they cut us down.

I don't know how long it's been but the gods that once came to learn and be alive are gone.

The tradition that protected the world from corrupted gods broke and with it the world. 

So I watched, the last of my kind as the world aged, empires and kingdoms rising and falling, gods living and dying.

I tried to fix my city, I tired so hard but all that is left is ruins. The only thing kept the same is the garden and my home.

But maybe it's time I build something new, something that is not the past. So I let down the guard's to my city and watch.

The new god has found the city, even in ruins it calls to the god, singing for hope for it.

The city sings for those that need it, from the smallest of crabs to those across dimensions.

And my city sings for me to join, to live again and love again.

So I looked at the ruins of my city and hum the song it sings

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