Popol Vuh Chapter 3: Incarnation

Popol Vuh Chapter 3:  Incarnation

Magic twins of Blood with different names 
Played ball, miffed the gods as their fathers did the same 
The lords sent a challenge in a jungle roll 
A bug in a frog in a snake in a Russian hawk doll 
Armed with blowguns and Xan the Mosquo spy 
They crossed the river and called the Lords to their eyes 
They never smoked cigars or felt the hot seat 
So clever they were leading to the Devils’ defeat 

We are your incarnation 
The worst kind of distant relation 

“Who or what are you???!!! Where do you come from???!!!” 

“We do not know.  But your blood will flow!!!” 

Magic ants snuck dew pedals past the owl fools 
Lords slashed their mouths so future owls open wide to “who” 
In the Pantera House the twins threw bones 
The big bunch of hungry pussies then left them alone 
Getting closer to crush Xibalba’s empire 
Bricks of coal and wood pacified the house of fire 
Lords of Hell forget the future’s sewn from the past 
And how your nasty actions gives karma the last laugh. 

We are your incarnation 
The worst kind of distant relation 
“Who or what are you???!!! Where do you come from???!!!” 


“We do not know.  But your blood will flow!!!”