sons of gods are this close to gunpowder/ every time they miss the smell of roasted chicken, it takes over/ learning from the mistakes of beauty/ one shot into the night and power crumbles into their hands/ filling spaces meant for hunger/ one dead body is all it takes to teach the mind to calcify/ two dead bodies to teach schism to soul and frostbite to spirit/ these are the three that bear witness on earth/ with the sons of god, like vapor/ testing the clouds with one foot, holding breath to fully immerse/ i've known too many sons of god to fall back in torrential rain/ and pelt the roofs of an unsuspecting mouth/ rapping for forced food and robbing in hoods/ sons of gods did not become heroes by design/ nor monsters by mere coin toss/ after all, to be colorblind to tears pays dividends in gold/ even though blood is imminent/ god never forgets his own.
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