The Gods Must be Crazy by The-Orifice-Oracle, literature
Literature
The Gods Must be Crazy
My insides are leaking boiling fluid;
Its effervescent composition makes me feel lucid.
The singing mesh, spilling forth from a necrotic laceration;
The gaping orifice stigmatizing all those seeking divination.
Striving to be passive and lame;
My life is but a pawn of God in his game.
This is my test; something I can only lay myself to fault:
An impossible hurdle, too high to vault.
What caused my incessant pain?
Will there be any true gain?
From the tongue of Great Abaddon I have been delivered to martyrdom;
Driven by the lord’s chariot and bound by the bane of freedom.
The softened face of God looks down upon me in pity;
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