I really should get to bed

[JBeukema]

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The gods are flesh- do you see? Even a god can be made to bleed!
And when they are dead- then we shall be free!

But tell me, sir, where are we to bury all of our dead gods?

Bury them not! Instead, leave their bodies in the sun to rot
And let our sons and daughters see what we have done,
Whence we've come when so far we've gone

But what if they think they've reached the end,
and do not see how far there is to go- their wills long dead?
Will then not this be for naught?
Surely they will needs gods to guide the sun
and to inspire and command them

Then gods ourselves we must become
masters of men, beast, earth and sun
creators of worlds and death itself!
We must seize the reigns of the heavens above
and become the shapers of our daughters/sons

Heresy you speak!
We can never master the gods' machines
for we are men and much too weak

Think, my friend, about what you speak.
Do you think the gods were always such
that they could create such beasts
and men to serve their needs?
Or did they cease control of destiny
and make themselves into what you see?

Yet surely you make a fine point;
men's minds are small and their spirits weak-
so must we choose from among us the elite
in mind and spirit, heart, and feat
to guide us as the gods once did
until the rest of Man be ready to join them
and overcome our feeble form
and feeble hearts and no longer mourn
the loss of the mental ease of the yoke

But my friend, I do protest
that such men, when they control life/death
will give 'way in their hearts
to evil thoughts and deed.
Then again where we once did start
will we once again be.
And will not they place upon us
the yoke we once cast aside?
What new are good are new masters
to our fates decide,
if they only enslave us as the old?

Surely this man doth too much protest;
for such rebellion, he must see death
for we are gods, that much is plain
for it our right to take
the crowns of those we've slain.
So let us set ourselves to task
where none can see and none can ask
where from we hear the words of God
to pass to along to those who amass
in the church on bended knees
to hear the wisdom of the priests
who shall our commandments
unto them speak

COME, my friend, near to the fire
so the smoke might carry higher
the wisdom that you speak
and the fires crackling sound
out your proud questioning drown
Come closer, now, near to me
stand beside me on the alter high
as as our first good sacrifice die
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[waltky]

Yea...

... I sometimes post goofy posts when I need to go to bed...

... so if I post a goofy post...

... it don't mean I turned lib'ral...

... it just means I'm sleepy an' need to get to bed an' get some sleep.

 

[Big Black Dog]

Good night, JB. Sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs bite.