Dominion

They seeded us from the constellations. Descended from the 
heavens to form their creation.
They interbred with us to create the Dragon bloodlines.
We are the children of the stars.  Born to serve the 
keepers of the mysteries.
The serpent extends from the Pharaoh's third eye, submit to
 his divine right to rule.
In the ages of the ancients, we walked with the gods on the
 island paradise.
We walked with the gods in the golden age of man. Our 
senses unhampered, trusting in the divine plan.
A cosmic lightning bolt crashes, stripping the harmony 
between the Earth and the Heaven, causing chaos.
A Schism in the energetic environment, thus reflecting in 
the mundane hologram.
Extirpated from the ancient ways, the land that what you 
once called your own submerged, and shifted, to form this 
new existence.
What it was then, and what it is now, no longer acquiesce.
We re-emerged to reclaim humanity for ourselves.
Like a fly, caught in the spiders web. Sheep following the 
snake with no independent path to take.
An entire world diverged in the blink of an eye.  Through 
the downpour it's easy to spot Draco in the sky.
Was all this just coincidence? Some kind of tragic fate?
Or are the divines who left us to drown responsible?
Was this always planned? The gods are the ones with the 
blood on their hands.
The Schism will be reversed. Until then we haven't seen the
 worst.