I Know Not the Gods, But I Know of Their Sweetness

Aug 24, 2025

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I know not the gods,

but I know of their sweetness.

If they ever shaped us,

they left their work unfinished,

flawed,

and dangerous.

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I see man clawing at the soil

until it bleeds,

scarring mountains for profit,

poisoning rivers until they choke.

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I see his hands eager for weapons,

his mouth hungry for lies,

his eyes quick to hate,

the neighbor who looks like a stranger.

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He has carved altars from corpses,

crowned tyrants with cheers,

and built monuments from bones.

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