If Not Epic, Nothing

A mistake

Of epic, inhuman error

That looks more like betting the house on a whim

Than burning the breakfast toast

As if the gods had prodded

While I, fresh out of faith, felt forced to obey

Lest my heart be finally ripped from me

And my body thrown down the temple stairs

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