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This is what the world is:
an old woman turns over her jug
and pours out a flood
that ends the world.
That ends the year.
Thunder gods walk upon
their serpentine legs
and wield axes of lightning
while a maiden devours her children.
The mother of lies lies
with the children she loves,
and works through the filth of mankind.
Monkeys, snakes, and alligators;
corn spilling from within a mountain
to fuel kings with the wrath of thunder.
Holes in the ground where
fresh water turns quickly to salt
tunnel uncharted miles in deep darkness.
But you don't believe that, do you?
This is what the world is:
The death of a god floods the void
with a sea of blood, his body
broken to build the world
sundered to be the world.
A thunder god crushes
the great serpent's skull
still swinging his hammer of storms
as its venom stops his heart.
The master of lies lies
captive in the deep earth
bound by the offal of his son.
Wolves, snakes, and horses;
honey flowing from a goat's teats
to fuel heroes with the strength to die.
Tears in the shore where
ancient ice clawed its way to sea
rise from the ocean and stretch toward the sky.
But you don't believe that, do you?
This is what the world is:
an egg cracks open at an axe blow
and falls all to pieces
up to the heavens
down to the earth.
Drums beat thunder
and mirrors snake lightning
across the darkened sky
as a sword cuts rain from the clouds.
God in child's guise lies
overripe in the womb
a ball of flesh and lotus leaves.
Monkeys, magpies, and horses;
immortal peaches stolen from the gods
to fuel a sage with the strength of heaven.
Troughs in the wastes where
an army of stone stands expecting
a long-awaited call that will never come.
But you don't believe that, do you?
This is what the world is:
An iron volcano vomits smoke
discharges one brief emission
that streaks across the sky
and cools where it burrows.
Thunder beats a steady tempo
as dust vipers soar skyward
from an earth whose dancing
shakes its jade fleece apart.
An orthodoxy of lies lies
to build a dream empire
on the corpse of its past.
Snakes, wolves, and magpies;
bread baked on monoliths
to fuel the union of bridle and carrot.
Caves in the fields where
souls rehash old industries
wearily reckoning this their freedom.
And you do believe that, don't you?
Do you? Oh please. Please, please don't.

Description
This is what the world is:
an old woman turns over her jug
and pours out a flood
that ends the world.
That ends the year.
Thunder gods walk upon
their serpentine legs
and wield axes of lightning
while a maiden devours her children.
The mother of lies lies
with the children she loves,
and works through the filth of mankind.
Monkeys, snakes, and alligators;
corn spilling from within a mountain
to fuel kings with the wrath of thunder.
Holes in the ground where
fresh water turns quickly to salt
tunnel uncharted miles in deep darkness.
But you don't believe that, do you?
This is what the world is:
The death of a god floods the void
with a sea of blood, his body
broken to build the world
sundered to be the world.
A thunder god crushes
the great serpent's skull
still swinging his hammer of storms
as its venom stops his heart.
The master of lies lies
captive in the deep earth
bound by the offal of his son.
Wolves, snakes, and horses;
honey flowing from a goat's teats
to fuel heroes with the strength to die.
Tears in the shore where
ancient ice clawed its way to sea
rise from the ocean and stretch toward the sky.
But you don't believe that, do you?
This is what the world is:
an egg cracks open at an axe blow
and falls all to pieces
up to the heavens
down to the earth.
Drums beat thunder
and mirrors snake lightning
across the darkened sky
as a sword cuts rain from the clouds.
God in child's guise lies
overripe in the womb
a ball of flesh and lotus leaves.
Monkeys, magpies, and horses;
immortal peaches stolen from the gods
to fuel a sage with the strength of heaven.
Troughs in the wastes where
an army of stone stands expecting
a long-awaited call that will never come.
But you don't believe that, do you?
This is what the world is:
An iron volcano vomits smoke
discharges one brief emission
that streaks across the sky
and cools where it burrows.
Thunder beats a steady tempo
as dust vipers soar skyward
from an earth whose dancing
shakes its jade fleece apart.
An orthodoxy of lies lies
to build a dream empire
on the corpse of its past.
Snakes, wolves, and magpies;
bread baked on monoliths
to fuel the union of bridle and carrot.
Caves in the fields where
souls rehash old industries
wearily reckoning this their freedom.
And you do believe that, don't you?
Do you? Oh please. Please, please don't.