the old gods are dead

the new ones have risen from their ashes

they are angry

they are cruel

they are half-savage and drunk on their own godhood

they will chew up your prayers

and spit them back in your face

we have gods

but we are godless

your prayers will know no answers

your churches will lay empty

your prophets are false

for the gods no longer speak

the gods are burning

and we are nothing if not a reflection

of the gods who we so readily let rule us

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and said god, burn thy morning prayers