gOD'S CRY

I spoke to the god with three fingers
I said, owura, grant my four wishes
Life, music, tongue and sex
He pointed one finger at me and said
Listen and music will play
Live and life will come
Two is all i can grant
For you stole one finger
And took two wishes
You cruel child of Gaia
As if that was not enough.
Tongue and sex is what you stole
My mistress with.