The end of destruction is the beginning of becoming. Last week was a holy week for me. I can only speak of the Gods (all Atum as Becoming) here.
The Unsanctioned Gods: Part 1
Yes, let us speak of the unsanctioned gods,
pagan gods others fear to love
Lets talk of the gods of Saturn, patterns, rhythm, rhyme
Psalms to god Ecology, Relationality, flow and Time
Eros and Ananke, Life, destruction, decay, and change
We pagans dare speak of the wonders of new gods,
great gods created by men for meaning and culture
Your sanctioned gods are puppets,
flapping mouths burying the truth
they contain with rules and rulers
Lets speak of the Egyptian gods which have
formed the religions of the world
like time’s growing pyramids,
relentless wind ever blowing rustic sand,
birthing new layers and iterations
Ha, we read through your gods like children’s tales
Poppycroft dear sir, poppycroft,
that is an Egyptian imitation
Singing psalms to the Father in the realm of light
surrounded by others to sing praises to you
for making it, dressed and on time
for the reunion of you and your loved ones
in this the holiest of lands,
surrounded by purity
Ha, Egypt dear sir, and your tired fantastic heavens
have bored me since then and just before.
I in I am the god before even the Egyptians,
I in I am the god of History
I in I wield your gods like two blazing yo-yos
whistling through wet wind, whirling tall tales
of love hope despair, death, hate, deceit,
sex, fear, isolation, success and defeat
Tall tales of Greed, lies, and money
tales of history’s culture mummies...
Yes, let us speak of the unsanctioned gods,
pagan gods others fear to love
Lets talk of the gods of Saturn, patterns, rhythm, rhyme
Psalms to god Ecology, Relationality, flow and Time
Eros and Ananke, Life, destruction, decay, and change
We pagans dare speak of the wonders of new gods,
great gods created by men for meaning and culture
Your sanctioned gods are puppets,
flapping mouths burying the truth
they contain with rules and rulers
Lets speak of the Egyptian gods which have
formed the religions of the world
like time’s growing pyramids,
relentless wind ever blowing rustic sand,
birthing new layers and iterations
Ha, we read through your gods like children’s tales
Poppycroft dear sir, poppycroft,
that is an Egyptian imitation
Singing psalms to the Father in the realm of light
surrounded by others to sing praises to you
for making it, dressed and on time
for the reunion of you and your loved ones
in this the holiest of lands,
surrounded by purity
Ha, Egypt dear sir, and your tired fantastic heavens
have bored me since then and just before.
I in I am the god before even the Egyptians,
I in I am the god of History
I in I wield your gods like two blazing yo-yos
whistling through wet wind, whirling tall tales
of love hope despair, death, hate, deceit,
sex, fear, isolation, success and defeat
Tall tales of Greed, lies, and money
tales of history’s culture mummies...
