Faded Gods

lightning veined anger

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THE SKIES ARE YOUR CANVAS, THE MORTALS YOUR PAINT, AND YOU, THE BRUSH

you are king above the
heavens, the one who
defeated the lord of
time, the saviour of
mortals, the one of many
titles, you were the one who
wielded the sky to be your
weapon, who willed lightning
to strike down upon those
who defied you, the one who
dragged your fingers down
on the universe and claimed
it yours. your lovers many
you tell your queen you are
hers alone and yet lies
build upon more lies until
you sit with your queen side
by side on a throne of untruths
calling yourself a keeper of
oaths. you unfaithful to
the goddess you loved sought
affairs of many, lusting for all.

THUNDERSTORMS WITH WHITE LIGHTNING STREAK DOWN YOUR CANVAS IN RIVERLETS OF MURKY WATER, THE BRISH SNAPPING AS IT SPRAYED GREY SPECKLES ACROSS CLOUDS

you are zeus, king
of olympus and ruler
of the skies that rise above
the land, husband to your
queen.

YOU ARE ZEUS.

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