Satariel

In the minor of deeds In the small gesture rather than the gods' pose In the small choices Not seen in those clad in grandeur This is where our greatest battles either be won or lost For as gods' we are, we do gods deeds by our every breath For as go

When you beg and pray Crawling and slithering in mud and clay And you cry blood when you say Why, where did I from thee stray Do not stand alone Come join our ranks Surely no god is there for you The universe is empty all through For this riddle you