The power of a Priest

…….Shut the hell up, and stop smoking that spiced up cow dung, it’s making you delusional and appearing to have a split tongue, I am king, but my high priests taking in herbs, thinking they’re leaving the kingdom, your footprints have never seen the land of the gods, nor freedom, them chemicals made you dream you could fly, you don’t know what happens after we die, nice try; but bye, I have to rule through mayhem in the land of the damned, your job is a scam, got us worshiping rams, or baboons looking like buffoons who chase the moon, I need inventions that go boom. The high priest said give me room, and I can make the flesh create death and doom, too big of a mess for any broom, it will be gloom served on a spoon. We can kill, without leaving God’s side, no crafted weapon has that encoded in its design, but mine.