Divine orders against mortality let’s murk em including civilians,
Let me grab my spear lest it shakes like William’s.
What side am I on? lines blurred like bloodstains on white flags with peace deferred.
Man and gods fall, different entities but same end converged.
Caution. Move slowly wet floor slick with blood.
As you move across history you could slip in the flood.
If history becomes the future let the past undo memory.
If death gives life, then let the dead give prophecy.
Alas, they starve let the old gods laugh.
New gods emerged making sons from the drought.
My mortality speaks questions, in alphabets, and numerals.
If I showed up late…,would I miss my funeral?
False dreams become real, and the vessel loses potential
Dead prayers still echo daily from tongues penitential
Linked for generations, inheriting misery and infirmity
The theory of blood a lucky escape for divinity
