Buy a catamite in the street
Watch a gladiator become meat.
Rape a woman on your way to Rome
Make a slave work, while you bathe at home.

Torture a peasant and draw and quarter
For being a witch, or evil doer.
"He said something which I don't like
"Destroy his children, his home, his wife."

Satan is the absolute head of Rome
And will in his kingdom ask you stone:
"Do you wish for law or grace?"
And with either you choose, it shall be waste.

*This is not a satire of Catholicism, but of Rome and Byzantium.

When Augustus reigned, Horus sung a pious ode to the gods
Asking for piety and performance of the beautiful rights of family.
What are the gods, but our domestic longings
For tranquility and faithful wives and strong children
And a world freed from the travesty of striving with our neighbors
And deprived of our love?
The modern scholar says, "Even Horus sang about the evil youth,"
Nay, he did, but it was ever so.
Impiety all around seeps into cultural fabric
And makes whorish wives and effeminate children
And what is this piety, but strength bred through the bands of love
So the chemicals of Euphoria reign in the lad, and make healthy bone
Sumptuous brain, and compassionate demeanor?
What are the gods? But this?

Nay, this is not what I worship either...
It is not. But, it is the effect of piety
To fill the lad or lass with love hormones,
And make their faces symmetrical, and their faithfulness pure
And their love strong, so they have courage to fight
And manly discipline to till the soil.
There is a very real chemical thing associated with piety.
This is not what I worship.

But, sing an ode to the piety of the gods
To restore the kingdom to its former strength
When peasant farmers defeated Hannibal
And Fabius and Marcellus
Shield and Sword, fended off the Canaanite hordes
With their effeminate gods, and ugly aesthetics.
It was defeated by Roman might
Because it was weak and feeble,
But soon, it would corrupt the culture once again
The pantheon of sin, and make effeminate children
And hedonistic women, and marauder men
And weak businessmen, where all strove to maintain
And none were filled with the chemicals of love, peace and joy,
Which make symmetrical face, strengthen the bones,
And makes the mind sharp and lucid.
This is not the God I worship.

The God I worship knows this,
And told us it, and said, "You did not do this,
"So I will die, and be in history, and crucified
"And restore to you these things. through knowledge
"And repay the sins of your youth."

if you’re going to claim there was no Moses, then you’re going to have to explain why the Torah is written in the pattern of that like something Egyptian Royalty would write in the 18th Egyptian Dynasty. You’re going to have to explain why the Ark of the Covenant and the Tabernacle is patterned off of similar Arks and Tabernacles of the 18th Egyptian Dynasty. You’re also going to have to explain why 3 expeditions found an entire army, with Chariots off of Newiebu Beach, dated to the 18th Egyptian Dynasty. There’s a lot you’re going to have to account for, to claim Moses and the Exodus never happened.

As far as the Gospels, we do know who wrote them. As you’re going to have to also, explain why Papias wrote down who wrote the Gospel of Matthew and Mark, and why linguistic studies validate his claim. Such as Mark being written through memory on the account of Peter, and Matthew being written in Hebrew—as there’s a lot of puns made in the Book of Matthew that show it was written by an original Hebrew Source. How would Papias know that, unless it were true? And the Book of John was dictated by John to Papias, as we have surviving fragments of Papias saying that is who John the Elder was, and that John the Elder dictated the Gospel of John to Papias. You’re also going to have to explain why Luke accompanied Paul, and saying Paul didn’t actually know these people, is a bit of a stretch. You’re using an imaginative conspiracy theory, that doesn’t hold any evidential water. The fact is Paul was historical, did know early members of the Church—Josephus writes on the LORD’s Brother who died by stoning, and Paul actually met him, and was given the creed “He is God, Who died, and raised.”

Which gets to the next thing. In 31AD Christ is crucified. In 60AD there’s enough Christians in the Roman Empire for Nero to persecute, and blame Rome’s conflagration on. In 90AD there’s copious amount of writings from the Church Fathers, such members as Barnabas, or Clement who actually met Jesus as a child—purportedly—or the Didache which is the teachings of the Apostles, and this is in 90AD. So, in order for that to have happened, there would have to be real witnesses to Christ’s resurrection, and granted, people actually died, holding to the testimony that Jesus raised from the dead, and His disciples died believing they supped with him, ate and broke bread, and touched Him.

Now… that is all evidence. 1. The Gospel accounts are witness, as we have surviving authorities telling us who wrote them.

2. The evidence clearly shows an Egyptian Royal had written the Old Testament, and that there’s physical evidence of the Exodus, and circumstantial based on the Ark design and Tabernacle.

3. The gospel burst onto the scene, and many people believed it, and people actually were willing to be martyred on that belief, and historians actually recorded Christ being crucified, which would be Tacitus. Which shows, that Christ did raise from the dead, people He knew were willing to die on that testimony, and

4. The religious writings of Paul and the Gospels were heavily circulating by 90AD, enough for subsidiary epistles to be written and quote from them copiously, showing they do indeed have early authorship.

Do I have stable friends and family?

Do I have work which I enjoy?

Do I feel encouraged to get out of bed in the morning?

Do I have my needs met financially?

Do I have my needs met emotionally?

Do I have a significant other?

Do I see the good in other people?

Do I treat others right?

Am I bitter about a past failure?

Am I emotionally secure?

Do I regret having done anything?

Do I  feel the need to have sex with more than one person over a lifetime?

Do I see myself as a failure?

Do I have unrealistic expectations?

Am I gracious, kind and courteous?

Do I consider other people's feelings, rather than my own in most circumstances?

Am I self centered, and believe my feelings are more important than other peoples'?

Do I feel I have a crusade or jihad to wage, and make the world better?

Do I feel scared of people or situations irrationally?

Do I fear being alone?

Do I feel lonely most of the time?

Am I happy?

Do I feel good emotions rather than bad emotions more often?

Do my emotions control me, and cause me to do irrational things?

Do I have healthy respect for authority?

Do I hate anyone?

Do I feel condemned when someone tells me something unflattering about myself?

Do I feel judged, when someone notes a thing I wish I hadn't have done in my past?

Do I have intention to make myself wiser, and more knowledgeable? 

Do I feel like I am a good person?

Do I feel like I am not a good person?

Do I feel like I am a bad person?

Do I feel like I am wise?

Do I feel like I know a lot of stuff better than other people?

Do I enjoy other people's pain?

Am I dishonest?

Did I answer the questions honestly, and did I interpret them honestly, knowing what is actually meant by them?

Am I a selfish person?

The worst God I can imagine,
Is the one pushed on the people
Forcibly, in order to create a "Perfect State".
It is the one of Philosophy, who is an architect
For a better world, the one taught
Through bizarre theories of pseudoscience 
And flawed arguments of Design.
It is one that has the dictum of Morality
And nothing more.
The one substantiated by being a "Great Architect"
And Creator, but goes no further.
It is forced on people, and therefore abused,
And proven through diversions and rants
And esoteric lies.
"Oh, God must only exist if there is no evolution
"If perpetual motion doesn't exist
"If the world is flat."
It is a myopic god, a sterile god,
A god of fake Christians who ultimately will succumb to their lost faith.
It is not a robust God, manifested in the way we treat one another,
But a god of no virtue, only sufficed that we believe in it
In the most Anglo-centric way of understanding it.
It is the god honest Atheists hate, it is the god of most of Christendom.
It is the god that when encountered with true evidence for the faith
Immediately the tenets are abandoned.
It also does not like art, or activities, beyond devotion to the state.
It also shuns creative people, philosophers, and misfits.
Yet, it is, in all hypocritical effects, a god of Philosophy,
An unmoved mover
A great architect
A moral compass.
Not alive.

The birdsongs in the morning
Sing their notes, ending on one
Like it were a nursery hymn.
The people used to sing like so.
And now they don't.
As a wise man once said, the peoples had music
In them at a time... and now they don't.
No... it's not that they don't, it's that they can't.
For the melody in their hearts,
And the common tongue is made to stammer
And is drowned out by busy work
Which makes them unable to understand a thing.
Maybe I'm just crazy, but I understand whatever someone tells me.
Maybe listening, and knowing, is all I ever had---
But the Birdsongs are less frequent now
And a rare blackbird comes by my way
Or a swallow or finch
I learned hard to listen to them, and communicate it to others why they sing.
So, maybe the world will forget it.
Maybe it will forget me.
But, I had music in my soul.
As a wise man once said.