Deus Furta

I used to be my own
Reflection
Not now
After the shadows
Revolution
I stand proud
All the gods you sent
To taunt me
Return to you
So haunted
That you wouldn’t
Recognize them
Despite the words
I carved upon
Their brows
There will be no
Genuflecting
No kow-tow
Just standing in my
Shadow
Though you find it hard
To swallow
Will be enough
To satisfy

At least

For now

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