I know full well the Gods do not need me.
They don’t require my devotion to exist;
my faith, my prayers,
are not Their meat and bread,
and my tears of pious joy
are not Their wine.
If anything, it is the opposite:
How could I live without They who made me,
who crafted my body,
who formed my soul,
who gave me sense and thought and breath?
How could I move, speak, sing without Their gifts,
or without Their Will?
It is They who created me,
and to whom I will eventually go
–when my allotted time here, decided by Them–
is at an end.
No more of this foolish and ignorant fable
that They would die out without our prayers;
They existed for eons before They made us,
and They will continue long after we are all dust.
It is a joy and a privilege to serve,
but the Gods do just fine on Their own.