My Gods wrapped their Gods in soft cloth,
When they could not carry themselves,
And carried the bundles on their heads,
To a place where their Gods could dwell,
In peace, safety, and abiding happiness.

My Gods leave, stuffed with cotton balls,
When they can no longer carry themselves,
And their Gods refuse to carry the bundles,
To a place where they could also dwell,
In peace, safety, and abiding happiness.

Aesthetic Blasphemy | Black and white, white eclipsing black
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