Gods

“Gods” Fields of poppies and busy hands Many people make much of that which is precious Ah how the bell tolls for them! They are engaged in the most noblest of occupations Providing for families that do nothing but want And crave But it is their lot in life I have been blessed with his divine power and will and being And no one can match my might or power I am the sun and moon The only true god that these People will ever Worship Pull out the gate to higher living And I will give you the key Black and sticky Shove it in to the magic Portal Such it greedily down Watch as the carefully maintained haze of reality and knowledge and understanding float Away And all that is left Is a h o l l o w s h e l l the spirit has escaped or maybe it has only retreated further back into itself.