Here the gods show their teeth delighted at the honour of tending to such destinies they gather their favour rows upon rows of mercy and grace for their subjects.
Lest they forget divide and conquer rule of the land not all will wade their waters at home some have divine errands across the ponds divide and conquer a call for war in exodus they risk getting lost to willing shepherds indoctrinated into a cult of perpetual servitude redeemable in the life after death promised parasitic leech infested with capitalism they watch as the sheep deny their gods defile their souls for produce divide and conquer a call for war as sickness befalls them a plague to write home about they watch as the sheep answer to colours and colloquials as they learn extraction planting tricks in treaties risking their humanity they cease to see themselves in the trees, in the waters, in the winds becoming another stop for the devastation and the looting slaves of the capital overseers impressed by whips currency over everything veins so full of impurities lacking the lustre of home.
Divide and conquer the gods know all waters find their way back to their source.