When the old gods have ceased
To be the gods you’ve made them out to be
(Or maybe you shouldn’t have in the first place)
When the climes have turned hot
And stifling (and uninspiring)
And when navel gazing
Has made a permanent mark on your belly

Then maybe its time to honor the past
To seek out the two gods who never were
Who always, always loomed bigger than life



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