It never ends well

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Chanced upon an old God
Down on his luck
Hey buddy
Can you spare me a prayer.
I looked that old God
Straight in the eye
Something you can only do with one
That's down on his luck and low on God powers.
You know it won't end there
It never does
Next thing it's incense then candles
Burnt offerings.
Step it up
You're going to demand a sacrifice
Stating with something small
A chicken or maybe a goat
You know it's going to escalate.
Once that old God gets a taste for blood
Pretty soon you're cutting out hearts
Burning people alive
Sorry buddy
I can't spare you a prayer
It never ends well.