Up High

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Up high, way up where the wind gies a shag tae the sky,
Sat an auld god, lost, washed up, left tae die.
Hypnôs Two, King ae Nothin’,
Laid back, doin’ fuck aw, just pure puffin’.

Cushions fae clouds, his arse on silk,
Daein’ hee-haw, time’s pure filth.
An’ doon below? They’re runnin’, pure feart,
Chasin’ time, but he’s still here.

Here, mate, it’s no’ the same,
Time’s stretchy, like gum, playin’ a game.
Nae rush, nae stress, just lettin’ it hang,
Pure Sunday forever, nae daein’ a thang.

Then one day—or mebbe it wis night,
But here? Aw’s the same shite—
A voice boomed, loud, pure pest,
Buzzin’ like a midge, clingin’ tae yer chest.

— "Lord Hypnôs… get aff yer arse."
An eyebrow twitched—a massive task.
In front ae him, a messenger, wrecked,
Climbin’ god’s staircase? Naw, no respect.

— "The gods are ragin’, they want a say,
Gordian knot needs cuttin’, pick a way."

Hypnôs yawns, clicks his tongue,
Stretches, rolls, pure done.
— "Mmmh… naw."

Silence. Heavy. Thick as muck,
The messenger stuck, pure oot ae luck.

— "But Lord…!"

— "Listen, pal," Hypnôs sighs,
Sinkin’ deeper, closin’ his eyes.
"Them lot scrap, them lot scheme,
Me? I just dae fuck all an’ dream.
Sacred art ae doin’ nowt, that’s me,
The king ae nappin’, pure VIP."

A grape’s lyin’ there, a flick, a throw,
Lands in his gob—right on the go.

— "They want war, fate, aw that pish?
Let them dae it, I couldnae gie a fish.
Know somethin’, mate?"

He nods tae the mortals, crashin’ below,
Gods in armour, puttin’ on a show,
Fightin’ their fights, playin’ their game,
But aw the same, aw just lame.

— "It’s no’ gonnae change, naw once, naw ever."

So Hypnôs stayed, still as the grave,
While the world burnt, wi’ kings tae save.
His court? A gang ae lazy fucks,
Philosophers talkin’, but writin’ fuck aw,
Painters seein’ visions, but pickin’ up nane,
Kings wi’ nae kingdom, pure glued tae their phones.

Centuries pass, cities rot,
But Hypnôs stays, liftin’ fuck aw.
Lyin’ there, smirk on his face,
’Cause he knows they’re aw a waste.

In eternity, nuthin’s urgent.

That’s the truth, the sacred way,
The Kingdom ae "Nae Cunt Gies a Fuck."