Every god’s a jealous god.
The gods are always jealous,
Of you and of each other.
Not envious, mind you. No.
The gods don’t want to be you.
The gods want you for themselves.
Pratchett was right. That’s their life.
The more of you they possess,
The more alive the gods are.
But don’t get too excited.
Gods aren’t the only players.
Every idea is jealous,
Every story, every poem.
This idea gods are jealous
Is just one jealous idea.
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