The excavations generated wealth
but incited crime and heated irons
appeared, harmful to the struggle.
We employed waving, bashing
arms, bloodstained hands
and throat-thunder, no enemy safe.
We piled the mountain up to the nearest star
when an all-powerful being hurled lightning
and threw us back to Earth.
To dreadful sounds, bodies buckled
en masse—though streams of blood
sparked new life and remain transformative,
shaping the angel progeny despised
by those eager for slaughter,
or born to bloody the marble.