23 April 2008

Man, whatever.

Thought I'd throw up another post before this month ended. Mostly to let you dudes know that I'm working on A Thing which doubtless will entertain. Or at least that's the plan.

But hey, I feel bad just leaving you with that, so have a shitty poem I wrote!

New gods

What was he to do, powerless yet powerful,

A new idea but with nobody to listen to it,

Worshiped only by a few,

Struggling for legitimacy.

Gods build power from belief, it is the way of things;

They spring from our hearts and our minds, and

Once they are forgotten, that's it.


So for him, it was critical that he gain

Popularity. The popularity of divinity that only

Some can achieve, and when one has just been cast

Headfirst from the mind of a dreamer,

There is a moment of confusion, righting himself,

The general 'who am I, what is my purpose' that we believe

Gods don't need to know, but they do.


Next comes the fight to be recognized, a miracle

Here and there helps, but if you really

Must be powerful, godly, then you must

Destroy.


A short moment to drive the women mad, send them running into the

Hills, where he gave them power unimaginable,

Strength to kill, to destroy, and then it was only a matter of setting them

Loose.


Nobody doubts your godliness once you've caused a little

Suffering.


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