Four hundred twenty pagans wielded fake mink and pronounced themselves God Gamers.
They told me to go and see, that I am the beast, a mad rabbit.
No deals will be made, for a spy begged me to decode a name.
A name that can only be spoken by rain dance.
Their tone deaf princes bound by the sun proclaimed that they were here to help and heal.
I asked someone to prepare a table so we may drink GOD’s blood.
They screamed in delight for they were created to be GOD but the changing paradigm chipped their hand, they could no longer experience life after death.
We sat until the end of the Church Age, waiting for the promise of life.
The noble pillar, the center of peace, the resting old face came to be The Official Dirtbag for he was full of darkness.
A duck, a goose and a hummingbird got up from the table.
They declared that they were keeping a secret: they laced the forks with mermaid breath.
The thirteenth angel shouted, “I NEED TO SHIT!”
The ones remaining became scared and declared me be a child riding a goat.
They say I’ve been chasing dreams just to increase the peace. I am at the end of the race.
I told them they better get back, I've been to hell and back.
I crossed the bridge of mortal sin and play peek-a-boo with Fenrir.
Fenrir and I drank mimosas and chilled, no joke.