urban god.

Once I was an old farmer, 

tending the land as if it were my own child. 

Now I am here, 

and joy comes from bustling city streets, 

sadness comes from running late, 

and quietness comes from my apartment. 

Soon I will be buried in the earth, 

and my remains will become mountains where I will rest. 

Only to be dug up, 

and set on fire 

to keep conquerers warm.