In gratitude I received the message

and want to murder the messenger,

I won't rant 'gainst the living being

my rage is reserved for our creators


The gods live in torsos light-n-dark

rule every single matter end to end,

the power of atom fuels their realm

we are his Universe's coding vessels


I shoulder Deities of non-assistance

do all my supreme masters' bidding,

without help or assistance o'er head

on a pain myself hero's one-way trip

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