Praise

I wrote this when I was feeling really edgy

Praise the heavens as they rise above us!

Looking down their noses at our corrupt humanity,

The gods with their monstrous ethereal forms

Tried to respect our ability to, inevitably, die.

They failed, falling farther down the hole

Of jealousy, immortality was no kind gift;

It was pain - constant unending pain.

An unchanging form that remained for eternity,

A sort of boredom developed through millennia

Led to violence against the humans, in a way,

Showing them how lucky they were to be able to die.

The gods’ anger had not come from nowhere;

The humans had always, always complained

About their short lives, wanting more,

Wanting immortality

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The humans understood not what they wished for.

The gods, appalled, became truly furious;

These humans couldn’t appreciate their greatest gift,

And so, even the gentlest gods

Became vengeful and cruel beyond belief.

Their robes absorbed the blood and became heavier

And stiff to the point where they could not move.

The gods were trapped as they stood,

Covered by blood and filled by fury.

They discovered the rule even humans knew

You can never truly escape from what you do.

Author's Note

please honestly tell me what you think