And I knew it was the whole truth,
But could only admit it part way.
90% is the best I can own,
because 10% is promised in tithe
To The Old God.
It doesn’t play nice,
It plays in blood, bone and meat
And demands the complete sacrifice
Of the highest parts of me
“You will never get to the place you seek
because you must give to me first,
I am the one you owe
All your firstborn fruits.
Bow down, no lay, no sprawl on the filthy ground
And give me what I demand.
The part you owe me
Not much, but the best
And if you dare try to climb too high,
I will gut your children in front of you
I will shame you with 7 billion eyes,
And a multitude more voices
Until you are cowering in corner,
Covered in your own spit, and shit, and bile
With no one to turn to, and no direction to go.
I will make you know fear and pain,
Confusion so deep you will lose any sense of self
And wander lost through the earth.
And I will laugh, as you stumble
And eat your parts while you weep
And if you test me, like Babel,
I will destroy your walls,
And send you chaos, wars, and suffering
And you will beg to worship me again
For I own the best of you,
And so it is”
But today I see you,
I am terrified, but I see.
Claws dripping with thousands of years
Of our own blood and innards
And I will give you your tithe today,
But know that there will be a time
Where I will see that all the things you threaten
Are out of your grasp,
And we will meet and have to make
A New Agreement.