The God of Wind

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  The god of wind was bored

    All day long, he blew the

    clouds over the city, over the

    oceans, over the mountains, 

    and nothing came to be.

All remained the same.

    He used to get sacrifices

    from the people, but long

    ago they stropped believing in

    him. The sacrifices stopped,

    the chants grew silent.

But the god still blew

    He was given many names over the years, 

but Boreas was what he liked. 

    In his boredom, the god decided to go down to Earth    

  among the people.

"For this," he deemed, "will be the cure for my disease."

So he took a human form, and went down to Earth.

Everywhere he went, everyone he met, this is what he said:

 "I'm the god of wind."

All he got was laughs!


He showed them his power

they deemed it to be fake

How would he get them to see?

He thought of wrath--


To burn down the buildings with wildfire, 

Or command the seas to swallow up the concrete jungles--

Then, he thought of love...

He started not to fret:


Maybe they are capable of believing him yet!


A grandiose revealing was due:

The god of wind blew 

on his ethereal form,

visible to the human eye,

and revealed himself to the world;


"Behold humans, bow before me, for I am Boreas, the God of Wind!"

He was met with silence. And lights from a million cameras. 


The god grew weary, and pondered his existence. 


He decided that humans were too much, and went to sleep ~~~

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