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Do you really think the gods want the sacrifices you offer them?
They shake their heads at us foolish mortals,
For they are excused tyrannts
Merely a flickering shadow of everything and all they should have been

The god of love,
He weeps,
for we make him sit on a ****** throne
Gave him a heart in our heads
So now he screams he wants to die

— The End —