If I was a war god, I would have three faces
Two for killing
One for rest
I am a shy God exploding into dionysion ecstasy æon
The death of your first born
The bells that are tolling
Logically reborn
The space time to be stolen
Zenith like church control
The body and wine
The smell of daily Neolithic struggles
Curses and crimes
Fleeting and fleeting across an ocean on vessel fleet
Worship at my feet
Face down, on the main street