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"There were a lot of gods...
"...Gods always come in handy, they justify almost anything." Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin Poetry or prose.
Poetrymom1992

The fall

I knelt before the throne

Where the almighty sat and stared

One waiting to smother me

The other with a sword above my head

I didn't know this is what it would be like

To have the gods mad at you

For someone I thought who was my friend

They spoke of the wrongs that I committed too

I slept with many husbands

The wives all hate me now

I walked naked through the towns square

Everyone laughed and then I bowed

I read some dirty stories

I acted once I read-

And I guess you all can guess what they were

The books are on the night stand by my bed

Then when I tried to go to sleep

The Gods took me in the night

Where now I stand in heaven

Trying to toughen out the night-

I pray that they don't hurt me

I would rather be a slave

Wipe the poop from all our enemies

Have sex until the end of days

So now I beg and plead

For my soul, my life, my all

Then I watch a silver light above my head

My life flashed before my fall