When the gods look down on me
I wonder what it is that they see,
Is it my strong and peaceful mind
Or my weak chaotic heart that they find?
Do they laugh or cry when people scorn?
Do they sigh or scream at what I’ve worn?
When I give up my prayers to them
Do they tear them down on their whim?
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