If I had to be a deity I would be mine for it is only one’s heart that keeps beating within the crown the handsome jewels adorning my torso grub beneath the surfaceI have heard they choose the lowly men for this job and so it is I your blasted heat blown in from the North wind chill factor 95 who walks the red carpet smiling down at you peasants all the **** from the village meandering mice for men filth grown up as female a rat disguised in a ruby gown who gaze upwards at my size gold rings and wealth of spirit
Open the hatch for me please see my time of dying.  My time has come