Four gods wait at the windowsill
Where once eight would war and will
And if the gods themselves may die
What does that say for you, and I?
Now three gods stand on the windowsill
Where one gods blood was recently spilled
Black tongues lap at the spreading pool
To build the strength they need to rule.
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