And then you'll rain down upon all of their blasphemies,
creeping catastrophes always awaiting you.
raise up a mountain of myth disproportionate,
false and inordinate.
Lead them astray.
The torrent around you of terrible thunderclouds
ceased to protect you from rioting ruffians,
launching you far from the worlds that you'd wrought
to the loosening knot at the centre of everything.
There you brought light and a wind to blow suns around.
All up and down you the deepening fixtures,
and people with posture, and you in their poetry
gory and gruesome in stories and fiction.
And then you'll rain down upon all of their blasphemies,
creeping catastrophes always awaiting you.
Baiting and blathering, all that you've gathered
will crumble together around you again.
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