Dear compeers
While I've been stranded here
I've come to know the humans
And all their stupid little fears
That they ritualize and rank in tiers
The phantasm seems severe, man
So far they seem to think I'm just
Some weirdo balladeer
Hush, dear
The psychopomps are here
But first, let's just be clear
We see straight through your veneer
Behold! Your entrail thread
The gods weave their coats with
A macrocosm of your looms
"As below"
Perhaps you recall, at Randve's last death
The wasps' wings were shimmering then
If Anubis, a dog, had dirt on his paws
Would you scold him for jumping, or laugh?
Now is the start of remapping the stars
Then is the dawning of all that is left
God herself cried out and begged behind bars
But no one could meme it
So, here's the spear:
Norea reappears!
Phantasmagoric screens crack
Burning temples to your fear
There's no threat left to their hell, babe
We always just walk out
While the Swan Maidens flutter about
A creature will sparkle, a shield with break
A helmet will come in a cover
Daena's dogs sleep, curled up by a tree
While Xolotl and all his friends sing