ph of warriors,
The fame of poets and the honor of dreamers and saints;
All these and all that lieth therein is bred fods.
And naught but bread ungraced shall it be
If the gods raise it not to their mouths.
And as the mute grain turns to love songs when swallowed by the nightingale,
Even so as bread fo gods shall man taste godhead.
First God
Aye, man is meat fods!
And all that is man shall e upon the gods eternal board!
The pain of child-bearing and the agony of childbirth,
The blind cry of the infant that pierces the naked night,
And the anguish of the mother wrestling with the sleep she craves,
To pour life exhausted from her breast;
The flaming breath of youth tormented,
And the burdened sobs of passion u;
The dripping brows of manhood tilling the barren land,
And the regret of pale old age when life against lifes will
Calls to the grave.
Behold this is man!
A creature bred on hunger and made food for hungry gods.
A vihat creeps in dust beh the feet of deathless death.
The flower that blooms in nights of evil shadows;
The grape of mournful days, and days of terror and shame.
A you would have me eat and drink.
You would bid me sit amongst shrouded faces
And draw my life from stony lips
And from withered hands receive my eternity.
Third God
Brothers, my dreaded brothers,
Thrice deep the youth is singing,
And thrice higher is his song.
His voice shakes the forest
And pierces the sky,
And scatters the slumbering of earth.
Sed God (Always unhearing)
The bee hums harshly in your ears,
And foul is the hoo your lips.
Fain would I fort you,
But how shall I?
Only the abyss listens when gods call unto gods,
For measureless is the gulf that lies between divinities,
And windless is the s
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