Gods don't live on clouds, they don't have winged servants, they don't watch over you. Gods aren't here for the sake of humans; humans are here for the sake of gods. Such powerful beings have to have some sort of chore to keep them busy, don't they? They are born and reborn again and again into the human world knowing only that they are gods and that they must gain power in the world before they die.
Some gods serve humans, some are served by humans. The cycle is ever-changing, if you are born a noble in one life you could easily be born a peasant in the next, the task is never simple; climb the social ladder and gain as much power as you can.
How do you convince people to give you power if you're born a nobody?
You Lie
YOU ARE READING
Liar Liar
FantasíaThese Lies, Swimming, glistening around my mind, A beautiful mask, Covering my skin, The artificial taste, Addicting, adhering, advancing, And now, I’ve lost myself,
