We carved our prayers in marble light,
Believed the stars were whole,
Till cracks appeared in holy skin
And truth began to toll.
The sky went red, the altar shook,
A scream fell into dust—
We saw the gods could suffer too,
And learned more than we must.
When gods bleed, mortals learn too much,
See power stripped of awe,
Faith turns sharp as broken glass,
Reverence breaks to law.
For once you know the throne can fall,
No heaven feels the same—
The wound that split eternity
Taught fear its proper name.
We touched the blood, it burned like fire,
It whispered how to reign,
How crowns are made from sacrifice,
How mercy dies in chains.
What once was myth became a map,
What once was prayer, a tool—
We learned the price of sacred truth
Is breaking every rule.
A god who bleeds can be replaced,
A myth can be undone,
And mortals drunk on stolen light
Forget what they’ve become.
When gods bleed, mortals learn too much,
And knowledge learns to bite,
We trade our wonder for control,
Our stars for borrowed might.
So seal the wounds of heaven tight,
Let mystery remain—
For worlds don’t end when gods fall down,
They end when we feel sane.
