Soothing Charity

The gods with golden wings
Gather around long tables
Their golden eyes rather shifty
Rasing a hand asking for another one
Soon a silver platter bubbles along
Those cold dark halls
"Ego sum deus"

The Mortals' lives are numbered and explained
And then it begins
But not before another one
The god raises their hand
To reach for the Mortals
The ease their divine mind
"Ego sum bonus deus"

The gods' contorted minds
Lightened by their grand reach
Reach for a fragile crystal glass
And then asks for another one
Followed by a feast of bird and beast
Brought to you by Mortals
To forget about those Mortals
"Ego sum optimus deus"