The Sick God

He watched as others ran,
Felt as his fever ran
Above what it should be.

His lungs they ached,
Through blurred vision he faked
That just fine he could see.

So he stood up and ran
As fast as any man can
Defying weakness with a roar.

Every breath did burn,
For darkness sight yearned,
Then through sky he soared.

Until his lungs combusted as twin stars,
Heart exploded as crimson fireworks,
And he collapsed, dying as a god.

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