Thursday, February 16, 2012


Spinning gold from air
Like raven suited gods
Perched on high
In their boardroom
Atop Olympus
They fell
Those old Japanese lizards
When the alien trickster
Revealed the truth
The magics they worked
Lost the faith of tithe-givers
In chains they await
No time for gods anymore
In this broken, idiot world

Good riddance

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