Admonishments

If I could remember the admonishments of the gods, then stalkings by the fabulous four, pestilence, drought, flood, and famine, not to mention the universal decimator war, would reduce me to a common denominator childlike in my passions. Driven into obsessiveness yet unrepentant crowded by my wanton behaviors into unlikely sins incarnate in their own foolishness I lurk now held earth bound by a likely anger from the gods. Not being a lyrical human I coarsely beg, borrow, and steal, from others to create my whole while digging my own grave I do not hear the gods.