Thanatos al Nyx bin Erebos
The Greeks built you no temples,
still they taught that you were kind.
You were given many fine titles,
Though not beloved by wary mankind.
The gods are dead, you remain, Death.
The Romans also built no place
To honor Black Thanatos Mors.
Was a peaceful death a disgrace
Or merely something to ignore?
The gods are children’s fables, you remain, Death.
We build no temples to Death.
We no longer know your sex.
We pray, yes pay, to keep our breath.
Changing you to a mere complex.
God may be dead, you remain, Death
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