My Gods
My former gods are the poets who spoke in the hollow of my ear and heart.
My former gods are the poets who spoke in the hollow of my ear and heart.
General feeling: blockages, abortive projects, feeling of helplessness
Our creators came to Earth where they made a short-lived race, we Ephemera.
There are two wolves in us, the wolf of good and the wolf of evil
Try to bottle lightning for the second time. The first time was under Rama’s rule.
Located above the North Pole, this flying island was “a temple in the sky” Plato said.
What if the biblical creation needed the support of a scholar? And not the least.
Many questions raised which the author tries to answer
Who conceived us, brought us up, taught us and protected us over the eons?
The gods are old, odious, vicious. They weigh us down, they fuck us and they’re gone.
Do not be too eager that the gods come back, it will not be good for us
Our designers travel to the galactic center to achieve the status of Creator gods