Gods?
Or why they wants to after death
to write theys best poems
They sit in sights
on table wide
Play chess of souls
They watch us cry they watch us fall
thue lough and make a voices
They thinking hard
of next step up
or down to the abysses
They drink my wine
they tast my tongue
they happy loughing poisoners
They traped me high
on mountain I
They waiting fall pr rises
And I can not to do the side
Go high or deep to poisenes
Nath
gods
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