I thought I'd write a new creation myth...
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Blood and Death are waiting
Like a raven in the sky
Life bringer, life taker
Waiting for their pie
Though they've never
Baked together
I guess they thought they'd try
First death lays flat the crust
To simulate cold earth
He pounds and rolls and flattens
Achieving endless girth
Death bows his head
And here the dead
Are judged upon their worth
Blood creates the filling
Out of sweet and sticky root
He fills with life and patience
With a thick syrup base of truth
Blood blesses his deed
and here those who bleed
are bubbling warm with fruit
As the filling is poured
Death eyes his brother's creation
Spreading his cold flat earth
With life and love and elation
Death blinks an eye
and covers the pie
With the dough of his vocation
Blood sees now his filling
is enveloped by cold earth
The end of his brother's reign
not visible within this girth
blood bows his head
knowing out the dead
Oft arises birth
Blood and Death are waiting
Like a raven in the sky
Life bringer, life taker
Waiting for their pie
Though they've never
Baked together
I guess they thought they'd try
Note: When I was looking up ravens, I learned that most of their lives are spent waiting to/actually mating. Thought it made for an interesting twist of symbolism
