God Has Always Rested

God Rested By the Sea of Tranquility dwelt the Trinity And by the coast drove the Ghost Along with the Father and the Son, They thought as one With Buddha and Allah, They tested the nature of eternal strife. From the tree’s double helix we have given them life, But, the keys to the naked truth, We shall keep beneath our sacred robes. In the cave’s shadow, we shall addle the lobes of their brains, and drive them insane! Meanwhile Back on Mars: Venus, and the Virgin Mary did smoke cigars, Planning how to fight their dirty little wars. We shall paint the bones of man red! That said, We shall make him a war machine And scar his spleen, and blood, with dread. Allah, God of the many and the few, Saints and sinners too, Those who did not believe He slew. Kill them with kindness was all He knew. Zeus on a mountain high, He lusted, loved them all in the sky, Rested with all that was double breasted. Buddha, contemplated the sound of one hand clapping, While, with the other, he was slapping! We have made man in Our image, We have given him life, and the capacity to gauge Made him the fool, made him the sage We have given him the need to love The desire to rage, to win, and to sin. Male and female, We have created him. We have given him the night, and the day, The mind of the lie, and the light of the truth, And it is for him to find what is sooth. What the reality is, who is to say? To the high, or the low, how will he know? Depends on what seeds he learns to sow, On which branch he does allow himself to grow. There is hell to pay when the word does become flesh, The science of today becomes the foolishness of yesterday. Don’t ask God why mans mind it does expand with free will, Because, on the seventh day God rested, And, is resting still!