We slay Gods
Our fates their playing cards
We play Gods
Bleed a lake onto a razor
Rake the veins
We praise raised stones with presented abrasions
Cold idols to old pagans, graven faces
Ravenous for an end to stasis
Crones bone-garbed, princes of crows in tent lonely
A whole day inside for the dying
For lions, all meat diets and gravel drives
Living life, a day of cider for the deiciders
We betray the Creator, we portray the ancient of days
As old, frail and unable
Hemisecting the divine, denying the resurrection
Gods dying.
Alchemisland 
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