Bad Gods

(Bad Gods being all associated short stories + their artwork)

Hymn of Hunger

Ain’t strung up excusin’ your sins

Last nail in a coffin

Stood tall enough to stand apart

His murder broke Her heart

A woman be strong in her home

Blood of blood servin’ none

Suck on hagstones ask “Where is God?”

His murder broke Her heart

She went the way of the brown bear

The last gray wolfwalker

Without her King Arthur he’s not

His murder broke Her heart

Belly an’ bed an’ crib empty

What insult men conceive

Built tomb after tomb for their thought

His murder broke Her heart

This curse is a tired refrain

Fallen prey again an’ again

You suffer your women hobbled

Weak as a stockade field

You suffer your forest cut down

Rot mouth on cross or crown

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