squalid, the courtyard in ruins
but gods once tread there
do you think yourself one?
you're in my debt you know
i was the first to show you
this sacred place first
this suffering, this heart.
you, a god? the hands that ruin
bridges and destroy these hallowed
halls now taint the stars?
i should think not, if i were you
you can swim amongst them
and not know they were there
