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God, why
do I always have to tell you the truth?
High on
snake fumes, eyes rolled back in my head,
Head full of fire, prophesy flaming on my tongue,
You consult me on everything from
The personal to the political.
Imagine
the responsibility!
What if I get it wrong?
You expect my advice
Before going to war, before founding colonies,
Before planting your fields,
Before proposing to your beloved.
And what
do I get in return?
A kick in the head if I'm lucky.
And all
those eyes, watching, always watching.
Too many of them, trained on me.
Lying that
I'm living beneath my dignity.
I did not ask for it - you put me here.
Take them
then, these words,
Burning spheres in my hands.
Fires flicker
and die in my eyes.
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