Errs do start; as divinity,
where faults; range’s; infinity,
those in clouds, divide their toys,
to make their favourite girls and boys,
as to a beggar, there’s despot,
Fortuna hands crime, their jackpot,
decisions repeat, familiar hell,
no truth is pure, just; sickness; well,
dynamic duos; made of dust,
Aphrodite; gives her trust,
ensuring; ones, remain the freaks,
yet, vows are breached; so; twos; are weak,
we are broken, coz’ Olympus rots,
the twelve; and many; are the blots,
mocking children, unaware,
the gods they pray to, don’t much care!