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The Unsanctioned Gods: Part 2
I in I am the pagan god, unknown and unthought
for thought by the unknown in unknown thoughts.
Within I in I, the tales that lie
just beneath confused language and lingering culture
Here in the nectar of Atum, the relation of the universe.
Those rays of depth unseen, those perceptions unstained
by rancid re-cognitions of a weak conscious.
I in I, King Rucks, created your Gods, long ago,
and you’ve mangled my words,
painted elitist Roman wolves with blue eyes,
halos on unfree men,
and chains on the fears of a child’s mankind.
You’ve twisted the simplicity I loaned you
to speak sick poetry of death, murder, and hate.
Where I in I spoke love you, egotism, preached blood,
where I in I spoke stars you, egotism, built bars.
I in I, Atum, shall decipher your tangled code,
I in I, Atum shall rescue Life’s religion, emotion, fears.
Let them have those misinterpretations I gave Egypt
Just symbolic poetry to help man build meaning
We pagans will now speak of new Gods,
always new gods,
changing with the change
which is all, which is Atum the stability of constant change.
Lets talk of the Unsanctioned Gods,
those thought by we the unknown
thus the unthought Gods.
Gods of hate, of ecodestruction, of corporate greed,
of Congressional corruption, of prison-industrial-
psychopathetic-militaristic proportions.
Those gods of famine, man-made disease,
those cursed administrations of white Southern rich male deities.
Lets talk of the Gods of licking, of sticking, of touching, of fucking,
of the Truth that Truth is always becoming and never is
the gods of global-corporate self-destruction.
You’ll give them names, will give them names,
Atum, the I in I, the all,
will give us a better culture through them.
Lets talk of the Unsanctioned Gods,
pagan Gods others fear to love…
for thought by the unknown in unknown thoughts.
Within I in I, the tales that lie
just beneath confused language and lingering culture
Here in the nectar of Atum, the relation of the universe.
Those rays of depth unseen, those perceptions unstained
by rancid re-cognitions of a weak conscious.
I in I, King Rucks, created your Gods, long ago,
and you’ve mangled my words,
painted elitist Roman wolves with blue eyes,
halos on unfree men,
and chains on the fears of a child’s mankind.
You’ve twisted the simplicity I loaned you
to speak sick poetry of death, murder, and hate.
Where I in I spoke love you, egotism, preached blood,
where I in I spoke stars you, egotism, built bars.
I in I, Atum, shall decipher your tangled code,
I in I, Atum shall rescue Life’s religion, emotion, fears.
Let them have those misinterpretations I gave Egypt
Just symbolic poetry to help man build meaning
We pagans will now speak of new Gods,
always new gods,
changing with the change
which is all, which is Atum the stability of constant change.
Lets talk of the Unsanctioned Gods,
those thought by we the unknown
thus the unthought Gods.
Gods of hate, of ecodestruction, of corporate greed,
of Congressional corruption, of prison-industrial-
psychopathetic-militaristic proportions.
Those gods of famine, man-made disease,
those cursed administrations of white Southern rich male deities.
Lets talk of the Gods of licking, of sticking, of touching, of fucking,
of the Truth that Truth is always becoming and never is
the gods of global-corporate self-destruction.
You’ll give them names, will give them names,
Atum, the I in I, the all,
will give us a better culture through them.
Lets talk of the Unsanctioned Gods,
pagan Gods others fear to love…
