| Name | Primary Business | Secondary Business | Color | |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| First Generation | Obscrond | Male Creator | Father | Black/White |
| Mirange | Female Creator | Mother | Black/White | |
| Second Generation | Yama | Knowledge | Opposition | Grey |
| Mith | Air | Gases | Blue | |
| Sril | Earth | Solids | Brown | |
| Eowan | Life | Plants | Green | |
| Bartch | Death | Animals | Yellow | |
| Wilmaya | Water | Liquids | Purple | |
| Lath | Fire | Energy | Orange | |
| Third Generation | Amano | Emotions | Insanity | Red |
Some songs of the gods (the tunes mostly started out from Christmas carols.)
ANCIENT CHILD
Give rest to all who suffer upon this young-old day.
Those young will have their joy when the world is green and grey.
And all the youth will bless the aged then go again to play!
For the world is an ancient child, ancient child!
For the world is an ancient child!
Amano's insanity is more than Yama's brain.
Obscrond and Mirange have a world that's more than beasts or grain.
The children of the gods will grow and learn and love and gain!
For the world is an ancient child, ancient child!
For the world is an ancient child!
Creators two had seven sons, the seven gods did glow.
Lath had fire, Wilmaya sea, Bartch and Eowan life that grows.
For Sril was earth, air went to Mith, Yama all things did know!
For the world is an ancient child, ancient child!
For the world is an ancient child!
The seven gods were bored and so they did collaborate.
Third generation solid, a girl-child irate.
She had emotions, brought discord the universe was late!
For the world is an ancient child, ancient child!
For the world is an ancient child!
Ten billion years the universe, a tiny instant's time!
Ten gods so far separated, yet still they form a line!
The circle of the universe, on beauty all will dine!
For the world is an ancient child, ancient child!
For the world is an ancient child!
DREAM SOURCE
Creators do sleep. All the gods sleep.
Amano wakes, watching her keep.
Emotions are deadly, they never can cease,
Invading our dreams, actions won't please.
Only the Goddess awake! Amano's dreams we take.
Creators do sleep. All the gods sleep.
A goddess comes from the deep.
Insanity suffers when order is formed.
Our feelings control us, they take us by storm.
Even the gods obey! Creators keep it at bay.
COLORS
Ah, come, all the people, seven gods do call us.
Bring the colors of second generation.
Gray, blue, brown, green, yellow, purple, orange.
Seven gods, their colors, the Goddess has one also
Creators at the ends, opposite eternally.
Black and white, Obscrond and Mirange.
For the world all the colors, entire rainbow.
Emotions are red, passionate and bloody.
Seven gods, their colors, the Goddess has one also
Creators at the ends, opposite eternally.
Grey matter inside heads, devoid of any sense
Brown plains and mountains towering high
Refracted light in sky, wind following behind
Green plants rising up, yellow ones falling down
Purple waves above ships, children splashing around
Hearth flames warming food the devastating towns
Black and white, male and female
Dark and light, night and day
Truth and the lies, gods oppose themselves.
ORDER
Ah, ah! The universe is glowing bright
Near stars in daytime, far at night.
Creators coming, all becoming.
Order it so all is right.
First Creators, two they are
Obscrond, god, king, emperor.
Mirange, a queen, too bold to be seen.
Rule both as one czar.
Out of the dark two gods arose.
Minds so great that none could oppose.
They collaborated, the universe created,
And then they went to their repose.
An explosion bright, and stars could be seen.
Time came then upon the scene.
No matter save fire, no needs no desires
That came later in the dream.
Creators, too, created we.
Respect our parents, for to be
Given everything, keep on surviving
And nurtured, with peace, happy.
A GIFT HORSE
When the world was made there were
Twenty races created;
Two times the gods and
All had emotions.
Only Amano's free from
Her own curses and blessings.
Only Amano holds the
Answer to us all.
She's the only living free from
Her own curses and blessings;
For all have emotions.
GOSPEL
I believe in the life of the gods,
the lore of the Creators,
and the Goddess's glory.
My eyes have seen, my skin felt,
my tongue tasted, my nose smelled,
and my ears heard the true story.
© 1997 limmortal@yahoo.com
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