So, this is from Apollon, for whomever it’s for. Don’t ask me. I’m putting it out there so it can possibly reach those it’s meant for, and to be done with it. I have lots of other, pressing stuff to be doing right now. Once again, this is not directed at anyone I know, or know of, in particular.
The Deathless Gods owe you nothing
And like all beasts walking upon the Earth
You are expected to earn your keep
What kills or claims or eats survives
Where on the face of Gaea is this not true?
The ocean churns at this instant with a billion deaths
The land, a billion more
You are not the only ones dying
And are responsible for less than you want to believe
There are few things given freely
All else is taken and held
At the cost of one’s life
The Earth is given for you to roam on solid ground
The air, for you to breathe
The sun, as light and warmth
The moon, for the calculation of time and more
You creatures may not demand more than your fellows upon this Earth
Yet you ask for so much special treatment
As if you were the pinnacle
But did you know, the panther has achieved Apotheosis?
Have you heard of the hare’s ascent?
The human hears and values only human truths
When will you stop and listen to the others?