Shanties of Freedom

"Hey lads, now I've got this notion of the man that woke the ocean He's singing and dancing on waves,
He mocked the mountain ranges until they blew their tops in rages And taught their fire how to misbehave.
He stole the wind's sweet susurrus And all it had left was blusterous It howled and chased the bastard all over.
He stole fire from the other gods So why worship all those other clods Come sing to the god of the clovers!"
~God of Clovers

History

The Primal Cult lacks a single holy text, but instead maintains hundreds of mutually contradictory collections of parables, paintings, sculptures and songs. Any attempt to codify or reconcile these texts is anathema to The Scoundrel's creed, which teaches that chaos should be embraced and material things have little importance or intrinsic value.
Every worshiper knows a random slurry of these songs, stories, or pictographs and dreams of adding to the pile. Things like canon, planning, and prophesy are openly mocked by Cultists with the idiom, "The best laid plans of gods and men."

Observance

Nearly half of all the shanties start as an idea while drunk.