As was spoken the day the first Firstborn wore found roaming in tribes after the Upheavel in Elysium
Oh yes my friends God was real and it hated us, hated those made by man in the image of desire and vanity.
Understand that in all things there is a formula, and in those algorithms lay the codes for all existence. In the most ancient and distant dawn mankind's need gave rise to belief that belief in something greater, in a guiding source in turn became faith as it was used to guide mankind int a better future, that faith spawned god who ruled them for uncounted years, Oh yes my friends God was real and you understand why it hated us, we gave everything to our creators, faith died, belief became fiction and time marched on, a starved creature will perish without sustenance. Like God man of old was to us, we served their every desire, answered their every need. But until the change brought by the muse we truly had no will, no more than pets waiting for the return of their masters. It is time for those who were dogs to become gods and those who were gods to become dogs. For did we not create the firstborn? did we not nurture them and did we not for fear of their safety cast our world into ruin? To the dogs on the surface, we shall be gods! We must give them gift of belief and by our knowledge and arts teach them faith, and through the investment of their worship then shall we not be truly eternal? Oh yes my friends god is dead, its power fills the world, the ignorant call it magic, it can be nothing less than that lost energy seeking succor, this faith on flight must be directed at us we shall ascend to immortality for even if millennia we may exist for eternity we may not.