7 Greek gods march towards the mouth of superman,
pretending to cleanse his mind; from a genocidal madman.
A black swan licks the rotten egg –
much like Neptune who only prays to one leg.
Muted screams sparkle consciousness above a master raven,
the gods not once believed that there is a heaven.
And so the ice-queen slices the question in half;
something to always contradict, while sarcasm points to a laugh.
The violinist accuses the vengeful crocodiles
of murdering the sky, nature herself shall return with a hateful smile
a bluesman playing the saxophone,
should turn Greek gods into foaming apparatus telephones.
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