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Set kills and dismembers his brother Osiris for
sleeping with Nephthys his wife. He was the god of
chaos, storms and violence.
Shade of gleaming Osiris. Does anyone condemn
me for my jealousy or just the act? I was made the god
of evil and noir—the darkness all know but can’t
or won’t voice—the trap just over there or maybe
more obvious than that. Yes, I thought myself as good
as he was. Then, he took my wife to bed. My pride
any more than Lucifer’s? To be a god’s equal, then eternally
not. And make his gloss seem even brighter? What hell
this reign of serial killers, tyrants, pedophiles, husband
brutes? Why not be named god of war? Battlefield
slaying sharp as any other. Heroic glamor? Some
myth there to unearth. Shrieks, guts gushing from
open bellies, heads blown off. What of my knife play?
Any worse? All the pieces found but one, anyway.