The High of Immortal Suffering

I am Baldur's unfortunate dwarf
awaiting ragnarok and Loki's tears
to bring my master back again

I am Ptah in his dark tomb
where Ra shines not
on all the gold of my wrapped corpse

I am the shadowed space between
leviathans sunscorched bones
still wondering where all the water came from

I am but the philosphers stone
Cronus vomited upon the ground
that Melia once gazed upon

I am the little white rabbit
who holds the smoking pipe
for the ungrateful tiger who left the cave

I am Pangu the head bittn' dog boy
and restlessly I fetch and play
much to the princesses dismay

I am the cries of the monster Manigotogan
my poor sore throat to sooth
with circling cigarette smoke

I am on the high mount of immortal suffering
with my mix matched pantheon
But I won't be here dung deep for long

(don't worry be happy, I got no style)