A real god doesn't require direct worship.
They don't need pretty mausoleums or a book filled with "he said, she said"
A real god pulls your worship straight from your lips.
As you get lost in another, with another,
a real god takes your moans and your cries and turns it into power,
into a reason to live.
When you pray to your false gods on the battlefield,
the real god takes it into their hands and performs miracles.
It's not pretty
it's bloody and painful and not worth it
not worth it
not worth it
but they continue to take your desperation and use it to keep the world spinning.
So keep praying, but only let it happen when your gut says to, because any other time,
they
are
not
listening
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