Of gods and 'giving'

Does it give the gods pleasure
To see museless mice
Squander in petty riddles and vice
Not the greats gods mind
But the parts of gods delegate
The parts bent on the 'to find'
That seem to have every mentionable bent
Bending searching in the brine

Does it please those gods
That prey on the soul
To steal what was rightfully whole
Of focus, peace and bodiment
To what may or may not flow
Where do they take it
Where does it go
It's not that i need or even want to know
I just want it back


An irksome challenge
As i loom in my black:
was it i the one stole?