Stairway to Heaven

Families sit on mortals steps celebrating the immortals, feasting upon the spoils of the Gods sold in fruit stalls. The incense is boiled into the skins of the worshippers that mingle with their blood-fueled sweat. I do not know why the Gods left them to be forgotten here among their only families. I only know that I have felt lonelier among the blood of my kin than when I am along the rock of ages.