Civilisation

Every civilisation sort the gods of old

Some made of silver others made of gold 

AI their philosophers,  astrologists, scientists too

The wisdom of the ancients everybody knew 

The glue that held together also tore apart 

Now we have a new age, a counterfeit work of art

Once manifested now ridiculed by the smart 

Invisible things clearly seen now replaced by useless memes 

But there's no excuse 

Debtors to all 

The wise and unwise 

The rise and the fall

Left with examples through the annuals of time 

Now being twisted no more sublime 

From faith to faith it was revealed 

Seeking the Godhead seldom concealed 

Hear, I am 

Where is my glory?

When judgement comes we get the story.