It hurts to find the gods
Aren’t to blame for
The ills of the earth
The hurts of the city
It hurts to find
It’s little ‘ol us
Who did the big stuff
That brought the pain
Bad harvests
Bad weather
Bad streets
It hurts to find ourselves
To blame for what
We wanted to name
Inscrutable if only
The gods were to blame
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