Time to get fettered again

My friends,

Let’s find a few willing gods

A cat’s footfall,

A woman’s beard

The spittle of birds.

It’s important to do it soon

Before it gets out of hand,

Pun not intended, Tyr.

I won’t bite you this time

I won’t bite anyone

I just need restraint

But how can I tie up myself?

My mouth would lie to my ears

Proclaim that I am nurturing,

Selfless

Shuffling those cards

For everyone’s good.

Wielding my giant eraser

Because we’re out of paper

And we need new drawings,

New tunes,

A little bit of blood.