Pantheon

The hidden agendas are not working

Yet, they continue to make ludicrous plans

Everything we have ever known has never been in the palms of the hands of the famous nor the rich

Once solemn individuality has been obtained, then, one must reach out to the others who walk their path

The like-minded

The Earth Angels, messengers sent from the Gods

The ones that relentlessly play their silly little manipulative games have always been the ones with the worst odds 

They work against themselves, thus, against each other

Their survival, thus far has only been possible because so many of them, for whatever reason have chosen to unite

With their false belief systems and ego-driven laws, written by the hands of elitists, who are liars to the utmost extreme

Their greed, rampant and everlasting

Ever growing

Never changing for anything but the worst

The verses of ancient scripture misinterpreted

Rewritten just to please themselves, to reawaken the dulling of their senses

Just because they were able, they went there and did it

Scrambling the sentences, making hidden the paragraphs that they felt were written only for them

Taking out the pieces that make the stories make sense rather than confuse you in the name of whomever wrote which excerpt in a big fat book filled with bullshit

Hodge podge that has been altered hundreds of times over hundreds of years gone by

To suit whatever purpose that may have arisen in whatever junction in time

The deities were many back in those days and now they insist that there is only one

We are governed by a pantheon, and this has forever been

The holy names have faded with passage, too many left to be forgotten...

To each and every one of them, some sort of homage must be made somehow, some way

Over eons and centuries, sacrificial offerings have varied..the only contingency was that it be made with the life force

The Baraka

The manna 

The blood

of infants

Virgins

Martyrs

Seers

Sages

High Priests and Priestesses

Anything alive who was born with the Power that the Underworld craves

Their slaves multiply more and more every day

Every time a new contract is signed in the fluid that breeds fame

Their Pantheon is a malevolent, wicked one

False idolatry is their specialty

The vessel that they ride upon gracefully to titillate the asses, the donkeys that they love to use

Sheep

Cattle

Whatever

They are livestock and they are eaten as well

Like beef, lamb, chickens

Beasts of burden that the ancients revered

Held sacred

Not worshipped, but respected

Nothing went to waste in the days of old, when one learned all that they knew by studying the laws of the land

From the observance of the movement in the Heavens

When intuition could not possibly be ignored

Then the rains poured down and flooded the land

Sprinkled from the hands of a Holy Pantheon

An ark built by the hands of one man who was touched by divinity to tame the beasts into following him 

Fueled by the will to remain alive

A new race governed by a holier Pantheon 

One

Thus, the All Seeing Eye

Marked by the only Star , our Sun that exists in our vantage point on Earth

The Fire risen in the Air that is our Sky

Worshipped as the almighty God on the day of the Sun which is also a one

The first day of every week

Seeking enlightenment and, falsely, forgiveness for living naturally

Becoming the willing victims of that shit they call sin

Women and men were created, essentially, the same 

But, the human race cannot seem to vacate the bigotry that has littered and stained the past

They insist upon holding onto a hypothesis that was concocted by someone who was obsessed by the idea of procreation which is a notion, not a necessity 

It has not been such a thing since Adam and Eve got their curious little asses evicted from the garden

Another metaphor in a myriad of metaphors

A pantheon, channeled through mortal minds and written with idle hands

Chopped and screwed and translated by mouths overshadowed by demons

Their credibility stems from rhetorical balderdash

God is a Pantheon, not just one guy

Nothing else makes any sense and when shit don't make sense then it is probably not true

The proof in life has always been right there in the pudding which is not instant but is a continual process...

One that very few were meant to translate...

11/28/2018