Gods Piss on each others shrines,
the places where they are worshipped.
And with each fresh scent they create new followers.
The latest to piss resets the date
and moves human history forward a notch,
erasing the old labels and updating the technology,
but leaving the practice of everyday life
as near the past as they bring themselves to leave it.
No worshipper knows who will be the last,
or the character of who it is they worship,
but they all yearn for when there will no more re-scenting.
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