Apollo, god of the arts
Muse of all audible arts
Driver of the chariot of the mighty sun
As the energy of life
You are the patron of all that lives
Under your gaze, crops will prosper, life will flourish
A new era of culture shall arise and all will sing praise to you.
You have seen man for centuries perverse as we can be
And thus can you better judge, those who deserve disease.
Plague will strike those who lie, and deceive
Thieves and traitors shall suffer
But those who act righteously will live in prosperity,
Celebrating the new world under the dominion of a new god
With music, peace and feasts.
Loki, the deceitful,
Creator of monsters and killer of kin
His tongue as slippery as a savage eel
He lies as easily as water flows and is just as predictable as the earthquake’s strike
All he has done is deceive in word or form,
Not a grain of truth resides in his cold soul
Were he to be supreme, the world would suffer while the monsters to whom he feels kinship would enslave humanity
The savage mother Kali
The slayer of demons,
Lord of death
She has no skills but killing
Depicted with a blade and head
A ruler of time and death
A destroyer of ignorance can never rule justly
Under her the world will suffer
The kind god of the frozen nanook
You may have the purest of intentions
But you know not of man’s unpredictability
You have never wandered beyond the frozen lands
Into the lands of plenty, or seen human depravity
The world needs a god who truly knows of men
With no trace of naivety
Better to stay in the cold and play
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