Thy godly pyramidal ascension awaits, master
Why do you shiver?
Tyrant though you are, none here would hurt you
I myself am a giver.
I give life to the people in their fields of nonsense
where else would they find a meaning?
And a heart within that; the key to my existence
As silly as this is seeming.
Ah, we're halfway there, master
Look well as you walk
Your people look upon you as an example
Therefore, you should talk.
Be merry, master, you've eaten and drunk
and rutted and rested.
For today is the day we've been waiting for
When your mettle will be tested.
Are you truly a god as you claim?
If so,
Then the knife shouldn't harm you at all
you know.
Gods do not tremble before death,
for them,
there is no death. And that makes me wonder
Are you
truly
a
god?
We've reached the top, master
it's been nice talking to you
The execution time is here
And I'll be seeing you through.
Maybe we'll meet again someday
But I happen to doubt it myself
As such, I'll stand and wish futilely
to your continued good health.
