The True Name of the Gods
It is not Asgardian, or Aesir,
No, the gods true name
Is Hypocrisy
Just ask me, Tortured Loki
Weaver of the most majestic lies and speaker of the most uncomfortable truths
For a single crime I am bound
Beneath a snake
Poison dripping, into my eyes
I may have moved the strings, but his blood does not stain my hands,
Just as tears for him do not stain my eyes
I do not deny I have robbed Asgard of its Light
I do not deny that I deserve to be punished more than any other
In the Nine Realms
But I deny the hypocrites connection between the two
I have fathered and mothered monsters that the gods fear
I have burned, cheated, murdered, stole, lied
And more a thousand times over
Yet, for my role in the death of Balder
And my inaction in his attempted rebirth
I've been sentenced to be a serpent's bib
Did they think that I would not rise to their challenge?
That they could make a claim of an untouchable being,
And expect, and believe that I, Loki
The God of Tricksters, the Breaker of Rules, the Challenger of Impossible Challenges
Would let such an opportunity go unabated
They paraded his magnificence in front of me
They dared me to do my worse
And I proved their better
They demanded I repent for my victory
And I refused
For that one crime,
Not the innocents that have lost to me
Not for the guilty I've soundly defeated
A crime against them is why I am being punished
Justice, a pretty word for those with power,
And a joke for those without,
A lie even one such as I cannot stomach
