There was a philosopher who failed,
And preached, in Christian times,
That God was dead, and virtue
Was simply to make your bed.
Sup, eat, be free... like a rabbit upon the plain.
The wolf chases, and the rabbit runs.
The predator stalks the prey,
And the prey eats the grass.
And the prey, if the predator is stronger
Is their food. Thus, is how the world is.
The philosopher failed, when he saw a horse
Being tamed by its rider.
He threw his hands over the horse,
And cried, "I understand you."
Thus, he became catatonic in his defeat.
Thus, they raised him to a Christlike figure
And said, "See what happens when a man
"Cannot be strong? What the weak will do to him?"

There was a philosopher who failed,
And preached in Antichristian times.
That God was live, and virtue
Was to be charitable and kind.
Sup, eat, but remember, the sheep
In the pen needs shorn, and his nails
Need cut, and he is fed on your love.
Love the little lamb, and life
Will not be so hard. Be gentle
And meek, and pull the milk
From her teats, and drink.
For it is your lamb, your life depends
On her. Be kind, and clean her pen.
The philosopher failed, when the government,
They forbade him to work and create.
Thus, they put him in a dark cell
And said, "See what happens when a man
"Cannot be strong? What we will do to him?"

She, like Christ, finds the Sheep
In the slough: it's neck deep.
She grabs its horns and pulls
Dragging it up the knoll.
With every fiber she 
Pulls with her might. The Sheep
Ought not fight. For to fight
Would trap her in its plight.
And then she drags the sheep
To the nearby, quick stream,
And in autumnal cold
She bathes the sheep, while clothed.
Then, she drags the sheep more
Atop the green pasture.
And there she lays to rest
With the sheep, by its head.

Jason Galanis was partnered with Hunter Biden.
Trump pardons Galanis.
These folk run in tight circles.
Now we know.
It is just about making money...
If Saving America makes more money
And makes a better bottom line,
Then it will be done.
If not, then it won't.
And money backs up money,
And hedges them against money.
If it will make them rich,
They'll do it.
That is their only Ally.
Is Green.

I talked with a Mason once.
I read War and Peace.
I read two sentences in one of their books.

What it seems to me,
Is the invention of a New Religion.
It is just Paganism, but in a secret club.
Design your own religion.
Find your own truth.
Make your own world.

That is all it is.
And I am not that.

Once Upon a Time, there was a poet.
He was a sloth, and held his job,
But wanted to be rich.
Thus, he wrote his poems
To have the wealth enough
To have an orgy every day.

There was another poet,
He was meek, and could do intellectual work.
He wanted to have enough wealth
To write his poems,
And to have enough wealth
To maintain a wife and children.

The slothful poet, though,
Was published first,
And the publishers didn't want him,
But from his annoyance, they sighed and said,
"If you truly want this,
"The greatest poet in the world
"Will have to fail. He will be put in prison
"And tortured to death.
"For the world will be lost
"For it has lost his reason."

The Sloth sighed, and said,
"I don't care about him.
"Let him rot."
Thus, the Sloth was made a millionaire
And ate and drank, and had sex to his heart's content.

The other poet, became a master,
But, his songs were denied.
Thus, the whole world turned good art for bad
And bad art for good,
And thus, the master poet
Was told, "You're dishonoest
"And not as smart as you claim.
"Therefore, into the dungeon,
"You prideful man!"
And so they did,
Where they drew and quartered him
And kept him barely alive
For 30 years.

That is modern day's morality.

Jezebel was a very evil witch.
She saw all, and espied it upon the tapestry.
Therefore, what was real, she said was not
And what was not, she said was real.
Thus, all things became a mess
When she changed the times and laws
To make every statement False.

"For," she said, "If I am queen,
"I get to make true. What I wish to make true.
"Therefore, if a rival King were born
"I get to make it a day which I choose.
"For I am, and there is no one else.
"I make the laws, I make the customs
"All truth is hinged off of my desires."

Elijah, like other men,
Had a memory, not perfect, but enough.
He remembered the arts and sciences
As some of it were.
Yet, he saw, the arts and sciences were made false.
Thus, he became a little insane
And bit his nails, and chattered his teeth
Until, he came upon Herodotus.
He saw it had changed.

Thus, Elijah cried, "It is Jezebel!
"It is Ahab! It is Jehoram!"
And she allied with Sennacherib, too.
And thus, he set to prove it.
Yet, all mocked and laughed.
They said, "You are just a loon
"Elijah. No such thing is possible."
Yet, Jezebel's demonic spies
Crept into the corners of all the houses
And changed all time, all law,
All science, all custom.
To which, it was Baal,
And Elijah would not bow the knee.

Thus, Elijah cried out,
"I see Good, and I've seen Good
"And all the stories lost their luster!"
Jezebel cried, "It is better, don't you know?
"Don't let people have too much hope
"Or they become weak like you."

Yet, she mocked one day a vile man
And this man was not good, you see.
Yet, she mocked him, thinking herself to be a god.
And he threw her from a window.
He did not care.
And when they went to bury her,
She was consumed to the marrow
By dogs, who licked her bones,
And snarled when someone tried to take a bone
To bury.

The philosopher, poet, logician,
Theologian, said of his work:
"I have made a mythology of myself;
"I have fully grasped the fundamentals well.
"Math, Logic, Science, God's Law
"I do know."

There came a Romish Priest, 
Who coveted the wisdom.
Thus, he pointed at him,
And cried, "Heretic!
"Demoniac! Feckless fool!"
And thus he cried.

He took the Philosopher,
And put him in chains.
And said, "Demonic man
"You have wisdom beyond
"What you can grasp.
"Demonic mind."

The Philosopher explained,
"Day and night, for 5 hours
"Every day and night,
"I studied every subject I could.
"If I have a memory, there it is.
"I am sorry, if I combine things
"Though force of logic."

The Priest cried, "He said enough!
"The man is a Wicked sloth!"
Thus, he threw holy water on him
And kept him bound in wool
Restraints. The philosopher dulled
And his memory started to fade.
He forgot everything.

They took him out of his chains
One day, and the Priest was old
And so was the Philosopher.
The Philosopher's blue eyes
Were blank, and stared.
He did not answer
A word.

The Priest said, "The demon
"Has left him! We are freed!"
Thus, all the Philosopher's
Work belonged to the priest,
So he became a rich man.
The Prophet were poor
Until he died.

Another priest, and exorcist too,
Came to the Philosopher
And said, "I knew you.
"You were a truly righteous son."
Thus, he looked with fiery eyes
At the other priest and cried,
"Demon!"

And thus, they bound the other priest
And put him in a dark cell.
And he was forgotten, his wisdom too,
Yet so was the philosopher's they said.
The Philosopher was brought to the parish
And nuns fed him curds and honey.
He died poor, yet in comfort.

Upon the mountain's way,
Through Clark's Valley lay
The reservoir to my right...
The trees like a prism,
Pink, red, orange, yellow, green.
We stopped at a Diner,
With 1950s Music playing.
Yet, the people, nay, the people,
Were like none from that time.
Artefacts of a rich time
Were upon the wall in black and white.
Yet, there was a newness there...
Something new, yet it was right.
The woman sent me away,
After paying our customer fee...
Yet, the cost was a little costly,
$16.57 a plate you see.
The preacher on the way home
While I listened in the car,
From getting my good tea
I wandered very far.
Three hours we drove,
To see the autumnal leaves.
Yet, the preacher preached
"Beelzebub is a better god than unbelief."
I saw then, as I drove from my work.
Witnessing all, I saw it from mountain to brook.
For two people at a diner,
$16.57 a plate, that was it took.
I question, the people are very queer...
Hard faces, all at war,
Yet there are some who are good.
We huddle together, as little chicks in a nest.
Mother Hen, come shield us with your best.
3 hours I witnessed, as cars drove madly wrong,
Passing us in the left lane,
Where the divider line was long.
My mind goes back to the preacher,
Saying, "Beelzebub is better than unbelief."
I think of the radical Atheist, and I think of even me.
Would I rather them believe in nothing?
Than a god of torture, theft and crime?
Certainly, so I feel it is the times.

I

In their galleys, rowed, Persian boats.
The great wars rowed in their ways,
Over the Mediterranean Sea.
Rome stood, weeping, their arms were small...
Nero had his kingdom
But wasted it on the games.
Thus, Darius rowed across the rivers.
For Cambyses II had been held in chains,
And the horse whinnied from the woods.
Thus, Darius rowed across,
After Cyrus and Caesar had their war.
Long the castles have been lost,
And Armageddon had waged its blood.
Thus, 1000 years later,
After Christ lay dead upon His Bier,
For old age had taken the gentle King,
His brother Arthur reigned in the Northern Lands,
And Nero had amassed a following.

The great war was to be had, of Gog and Magog,
Where Nero made the games a spectacle,
And all watched. Nero, he was Death,
Smerdis, we all knew, and he had for 1000 years
In great depression stewed for his loneliness,
And thus, took up to his great kingdom,
Reviving Romish might.
And there, Nero did what he would, 
Reviving death and murder,---
For for 1000 years, not a single man had ever been slain---
Teaching the peoples how to play.
How to do gross sexual things.
For, the bee stung him in the leg
And that was when it was all new.

II

Nero fiddled in the grotto, as Darius catapulted his weapons
Into the thatched roof of huts.
He fiddled, as Rome burned---
And he watched the circus, and told it to play.
He had murdered his mother,
And raped his sister,
And he had sullied many virgins.
He had a beautiful wife---three---
All of whom he kept their separate company.
And he blew on the Pan Pipe
After chasing one so much, that she died of grief.
And his wicked face glew with such haughty laughter.
Darius besieged Rome, and with his forces
Surrounding, did batter shields and said,
"We have been rid of Sin, and wish to have our LORD
"Revived! That good King Who ruled us and was ever wise!"

Nero fiddled, and smiled his way,
His canine teeth like that of a wolf.
He dressed in his attire,
And started flaying the Christians upon the spits
And he bit at them, and watched them burn
Using their bodies as torches.
He murdered all he could, and tossed their bodies into the sea.
And he committed necrophilia, and charged a fee
To be entertained by the most beautiful in the land.
If he ever visited a local store, they paid him;
He never paid a thing.

III

Darius surrounded Rome, to heave the Kingdom
Back to its righteous ways.
Thus, Nero unleashed his Chimera.
And it flew, and with his Pegasus
Nero knew the way the war would go.
Thus, the Chimera spat poison on the forces
Of Darius' hordes.
And they burned, and turned to phlegm,
Their pus and bodies like a pile of fungus
Slimy, and there they lay.
Darius was thrown back against the war.

Thus, he rowed across the sea,
Seeing how Nero caused the Lands of France
To riot in the night.
They tore down Lady Liberty,
And cried for great hailstones to fall.
Thus, they did.

Arthur, seeing the hordes amass at his border---
For the land was divided.
Nero the center, Darius the South
And Arthur held the northern realms.
Yet, there was also a king in Jerusalem,
Lonely as could be.

Mustered the forces of God and Magog,
Great Giants, which Nero consorted
From the lands beneath the Earth,
Where the daggers there protrude,
And the table of the Earth with the three mountains
"Hades, Hell and Sheol."
And thus, there the giants flung up,
And crawled upon the Earth,
And became Nero's hordes.

IV

Arthur and Darius were allied
And Jerusalem was so weak.
Nero cried for the war to fall into Jerusalem's borders
And thus he besieged the wall---
A mountain thrice the size of Everest
Inhabited by quiet folk,
Dotted in their wigwam huts,
And there Darius and Arthur merged down through 
Norway and Sweden and Finland, 
Into Arkhangel, Yaroslavl,
And then into Kharkov, Turkey and Syria,
And finally into Lebanon.
Arthur and Darius amassed a great army
To fight the hordes of giants
And down they came, marching in their steeds.
Darius and Arthur stood outside the mountain,
Which was tall, and had streaks of gold
Running through it in every acre.

The Chimera flung itself out,
And there, the war was fierce.
Chimera fought hard, and bloody,
The Pegasus was there, predicting the war
With with Nero upon its back.
Great was the war, the Giants were taller than the mountain itself...
They could barely fit on the Earth,
And they climbed upon the Earth's Circle,
And Arthur knew he was beat.
So did Darius.

At that moment they bowed, and cried,
And then were raptured.
And the Earth dissolved, along with the heavens.
And this world were forgotten.

The War of Briton with Rome,
Arthur, thy Gauntlets are thrown.
For, Germans ride into the war,
Against Julius, that awful whore.
Fight, Oh Arthur, against Roman band!
Fight, and win, so all will understand.
War, oh Albion, against Romish might.
Julius has lost against us in this fight.