Damn The Gods

While double vision and quite drunk

I shall blaspheme the gods

For their heartless detachment

From human suffering

While they feast on the pains of mortality

Having none of their own on which to fare.

And now, with schnapps for blood

I do bleed a flammable blood

For the human souls whose suffering is my own

And whose tears wet my face like dew,

Their pain runs about my neurons like fireflies

In the twilight.