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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