April fools. The prank is being born into an existence that you did not choose, a monetary system you can’t escape and a body that’s dying all around you. Haha.
I want gods with sharp teeth
And heavy paws
Gods with bright eyes
That shine with pride and longing
Curious, deadly and wise.
I want gods who run between the stars
Tearing at the fabric of the sky
Gods who hunger for the sun and moon
Gods who would take you for everything
And remake you with blood and bone