Don’t pray,
Neither.
Laughing at gods,
As The Monkey King once did.
You can bury me,
Under entire mountain ranges.
Though I’ve only walked a few.
Stealing Thunderbird eggs,
Dancing atop graves.
Cackling like a demon,
‘Twixt hungering dawn –
To death of night.
Cryptids come,
In a thousand spectrums.
Cannibalizing each other,
For power.
Remember,
At end of day –
Only power you can trust?
The one you can hold,
In the palm of your hand.
Third eye closed tight.
Faith is a weapon,
Wielded much like a gun.
Bathed in ignorance?
Becomes a death sentence.
Laughing At Gods.
