we Are made of Stone. our blood is fire. our names forgotten to time. we are the Titans for we eat the little ones with their tiny swords and they're small Spears. they try to take us down. but it is useless. our skin is to strong. for we are Titans Giants of myth. we crush their homes with our mighty footsteps. we tear down their walls with our mighty weapons. but why do we kill them we do not remember. we just kill because we remember the hate we have for them. for we envy their bravery in the face of such futile attempts to protect themselves from us. so we kill and kill until we forget the hate. but we never do. but I have forgotten the hate. I protect them from my own kind. I used my greataxe to cut down my brothers and sisters because I remember why I love them the small ones they're so brave so I have to be for them. because I will die this day. for my brothers and sisters will kill me. but I die remembering why we hate them.