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They are fools. Did they think I needed my eyes to see their petty ways?
I stand above them, looking down on people no more the size of ants, they whose forefathers worshipped me.
But times change, the old ways fragmented and replaced by confusion, hostility and greed.
They could not face me and the truth I represented, yet rather than destroy me, they took my face away, smashed it on the rocks before lifting me here out of sight of their guilt.
But I too evolved, and clasped in my hands is the All Seeing Eye which foretells their self destruction. My laughter will echo for centuries as they will have nothing left, and certainly no saviour this time around.