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beware the gods
There was a meeting of the “gods”
The “real” ones and the “frauds”
The one’s that shaved their heads
The one’s with “wicked” bods
Each one convinced “they are the One”
You must choose - ya can’t have none
Or else concede a one celled amoeba
Somehow spawned and then conceived ya
At lunch they served a “stoic” stew
Topped off with a Pagan brew
A sweet dessert of humble pie
Beneath a dark skeptical sky
The gods of men are snowflake thin
Hidden beneath the distant din
Of times and hopes and promised lands
An hourglass of endless sand
The “gods” of men are running wild
While the “men of God” walk single file
Copyright ©
John Lawless
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