It is easy to nod
say yes
then nod again,
when they tell me where to go
what to eat
how to praise the names of the gods.
I was chosen at birth for the gods,
chosen to be their cupbearer in their
mountain home,
chosen to bear the burden of eternal life
after death.
Isn't it better to live this life, though?
For what will I experience in this heaven-
except light and happiness
like I do now.
Sometimes I worry about the
blood
but they say it will be painless
and afterwards, I will live forever.
I've never seen a god,
so I hope they aren't lying to me.
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Lyre
PoetryA book of poems, mostly connecting to Greek mythology. If there's a myth of any culture you'd like to see a poem for, PM me and I'll see what I can do! . . . who else will tell of the broken heroes, myths that never spoke to hearts like yours and mi...
