Reason. This demigod, unto which you cluster. Sacrilege. You sacrifive the purity of the air beneath your wings. A slow and painful ritual to burn the youth you lost. Demigod. Blasphemers walk among your flock. Despite your blindfold, proudly you carry the stone on your back. Disillusioned. You plant your feet safely to the ground. Demigod. Blasphemers walk among your flock.
