As gods they rose above the rest, their aim became to serve and test, mankind.

With restless rabble battles won, so weak would die, and strong go on, to spawn the Kings.

And Pharaohs feared these gods of old, and put them to their graves, bar one, this one alone was saved.

And so it was with Kings and God, they settled down to have their selves a life, a wife, and all of that religion.

The Kings grew strong, though hangers on would soon appear to jeopardise their reign.

The years that flew like fear in flight, whipped conflict up from left and right, and monarchs were know more.

Into this void first white then black, and in between dictators sat, to do the very same again, to copycat in fact.

By now a new and deadly state, had captured man and sealed his fate, for fusion had begot a mate.

The genie had escaped.

This mutant raised its ugly head, and like had like for they had said, it was to be alright.

Where greed persists then wealth presides, and like it morals pride can't hide, inside a money bag.

Our world in circles plays its part, it's ending as we view the start, and man is just a pawn.

Full circle and reborn.

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