Every four years the gods did battle and the Earth stood enthralled –butterflies froze and dogs stopped in their tracks - fish sank – What was that back pass? –From the East, Chi You, Ankt, Sekhmet and Sopdu, god of the scorching heat of the summer sun – I don’t normally make mistakes like that – From the West, Qamaits, Nuxalk and Andraste the mythic hare – fuck that was shit, I fucked up – From the North, Woden, Neit and his wife Badb the shapely crow – I cost us the game, I am shit – From the South, Agurzil, Kokou and Ogoun the presider of fire – these are but a few of the beings that spent their lot in war under the heavens of yore to earn the right to lord – the spirits of the dead decreed the theatre – I can see the papers, shit – and wagered on the outcomes, their prize to be freed into other dimensions – even the great wind took note and rested on the white capped mountains – I will be crucified – some say the gods tired and found other worlds to amuse themselves, while others believe they are still here amongst us keeping themselves in the atoms of material stuff – bloody hell, how can I come back from this? – for who does not feel their presence, their gaze, their jokes? – SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!
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