Monday, 3 March 2014

Divine Irony

The gods do dream in mortal shape
And walk among us while we’re awake
Yet while we sleep we yearn to be
Like those who crave mortality
The sorrow we shun within our lives
Our pain, our fears, our hopes and lies
The gods seek out and they embrace
All that which we fear to face
The pain of love, of birth, of death
They yearn to feel with every breath
And while we long like them to be -
They envy our humanity.

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