#Gold; Decay; Blood; Monarchy; Talent/Potential; Divinity;

[im-an-anthusiast]

The God of Gold and Iron and Rust

Children sing for the God of Gold 

The hero does as he was told 

Does exactly what the world needs 

No children to sing of his deeds 

Forks jingle for the God of Gold 

Kings laugh through mouthfuls they can’t hold 

Food spills from between lips too full 

Greasy chins, wiped with lavish wool 

A gilding, gleaming, shining Gold 

Written in it – stories of old 

Plaques of statues, poems still sung 

Of stars – or those, who killed the young 

Men pray to the God of Iron  

Doing as told, by a scion 

Liquid iron dripping off blade 

The source of it – is now unmade  

Bars clang for the God of Iron  

Men sob through mouthfuls of iron 

Gnawing at restraints, spitting up blood 

Leashed tight and grovelling in mud 

A constraining, sharpened Iron 

Caging a trick, circus lion 

Both flowing crimson and sharp grey 

Both laceration and the spray 

Children cry for the God of Rust 

As the hero does what he must 

One future dies for the other 

Many end, to birth another 

Chains jangle for the God of Rust 

Corpses sing through mouthfuls of dust  

Refrains in tongues long forgotten 

Odes tear from jaws, stale and rotten 

A starving, all-consuming Rust  

Feasting on dreams that didn’t last 

Stagnancy spreads through the red rot 

Eating away at what one’s not 

The God of the Undeserving 

For Him they cry, they pray, they sing 

For Her they gild, they kill, they rot 

To Them, they are Deserving not 

The God of the Undeserving 

The God of all – child, man, or king 

The God of all – die, reign, or serve 

The God of none – for none Deserve 

The God of the Undeserving 

Has but one truly believing 

It is them who accept love’s feeling 

Despite knowing – they are Undeserving