If the Gods Are Real, Then Lady Fortuna and Aphrodite Deserve Raping!

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!