These Gods (Blooms Blow Away)

These gods been whining.
Complaining 'bout bread crust.
Mirrors only reflecting the outside.
Their insides are a godly mush.

.be back in five.
.got the whirling wind.

.sun makin' purple.
.and blooms blow away.

Full of vanity and weakness.
Growing soft on top of the hill.
These gods are a big disappointment.
The good they coulda done.