even gods are monsters

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The skies cried opaque,
thundering tears onto the earth's marble floors;
they chant and shake the granite under
the serpent's grove mercilessly,
shouting rhetorics the reptile refused to answer.

The land growled thickly,
perfervid in its abandon,
breaking itself apart in retribution for the silence to its curiosity;
but even as the universe stubbornly commits to the cause,
the serpent slithers through the cracks without hesitation.

The waves shuddered darkly,
no moon to pull the tide away from the shore,
binding in the absence of light,
ready to prey any in its path;
and although without arms nor legs,
the serpent does not drown,
but rather laughs in its fights to breathe.

The world fails its attempts to submerge
the animal for its oblivion to their needs:
"You foul being, why do you roam this beautiful world?
You scar its peaks with your irregularity.
What place to monsters have in this wonderful universe?"

And the serpent hisses at the Heavens,
toxin and chemical imbalance on its tongue,
widens beady eyes as malicious as its words,
and seethes, "What is different between you and I, Gods?
For Heaven or Hell, we're monsters all the same."

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