My Gods [poem]

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my gods are not kind and
they don’t care about you or
me. they want entertainment and
sometimes pleasure and
maybe helping us can bring them that but
most times watching is better. and
they watch your life crumble when you pray and
your desperate calls mean nothing, because
they know you will survive and
recover without their intervention and
that’s easier. always easier. and
sometimes they are terrifying and
harsh in their disinterest, but
invoking their involvement can be worse and
a bored god can be malicious and
you remember why we stopped the sacrifices and
closed the temples. the belief didn’t leave but
instead was replaced by reality. and
we figured out that the gods don’t care, because
the gods are not kind, not really.

– poem by Larissa Lee
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