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Gods' House

It's time to stuff the door with prayer,

Gods get in through the tiniest crack,

So make it tight, the windows too.

Don't close the flue; build a fire,

Make sure the blaze is hot enough,

No Adversary can make it through.

At the windows pray, the Gods

Will slip inside, so ward the floorboards,

Every narrow slit will need that glue.

If they get in the Gods will animate

The stove; demand propitiation,

The broom, the chairs and cleaver too.

You'll never cook or clean unless you pay,

Destitute, you'll finally just walk away,

The Gods themselves, left alone to stew.