Grammarly can t help

Where's your worship, little worm?
Wasn't home, where you had born, dug for Me
And to My honor? answered, stupid little narrow donor! Wasn't?!
Deconstruct it.
Build the warship, shiny, glory,
Maybe blood and salty water
Bring Me back a laugh...
Or, at least, a sorrow.

To American Gods by Neil Gaiman


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