The God
Midway in my life’s journey
I found myself in a pub in south London
And ordered a drink
I sat myself near a man
who seemed elderly,
Nearly divine
I sat next to this man
And I said
“Oh sir, may you tell me of your life”
And he replied
“I will
I was born
Many millennia ago
When the ancient people
Tried to explain the world
My people
Began as totems
To the forces we control
And now
A few newcomers
Have overthrown us
And those overthrowers
Now are alone
As paragons
And my pantheon
Is scattered
In many pubs and taverns
But we may take
May forms
This form, is not my own
First, my people took
A form, and we helped the first hero
Gilgamesh
The First overthrower
YHWH
Was born from a king
I went with my people
To the pontic steppe
Although even I can only reconstruct that time in my life
Then my people split
One in Greece, those in India
And those who moved to Fennoscandia and Germania
I first went with those to Greece
The first three things I witnessed
Invigorated me
I Flew among the Achaean host
And witnessed them fighting the
Trojan host
I saw Hector take Patroclus' life and armor
And Achilles killing him in return
And parading the body off to Piram
And I went with
Old king Piram
To get the desecrated corpse of his son
I helped my grandson
Odysseus
Get home to his wife
As my cousins
Saws a war
Between two dynasties
And next my People
Under a new name
Moved west to italy
With my aunts
Son who was ancestor
to those who founded Rome
And my people
Metamorphosis
Into some other gods
The Overthrowers
Stuck in balance
Of good and bad
And they raised a
Prince with snake shoulders
And imprisoned him
Then my people
Took my favorite from
Up in Northern Europe
And First we
War twitch those
Who were there first
Those known as
The Vanir
And we exchanged hostages
Those Vanir
Joined Us,
And became Æsir
And we got eight
Realms of Yggdrasil
And The Vanir
Got one realm
Their home
Vanaheim
Next I killed
The younger brother
Of Thor, Baldr
And for that,
I was punished
Severely
Tied to a Rock
With the entails
Of one of my sons
Then a man
Whom believed in us
But was ruled by the trinity
Killed an Ogre
Named Grendle
Along with his mother
Fifty years later
He killed a dragon
And was killed in the fight
He was buried in
The treasure
Owned by that dragon
Then great
Sturrilson
Wrote and Edda
Of my people
Before we were overthrown
Even after the trinity
While my people
Moved to the north
Allah had been born to the south
And I saw a man
Who believed in the trinity
Sentence his enemies to torment
In his Inferno
With nine circles
And his guide vergil
He cimed
Mt.Purgatory for his
Love Beatrice
And journeyed
Trough Poradisio
To see the trinity
A Book
In three rings
Each a member of trinity
The Father
The Son
And The Holy Spirit
The Book
Was surrounded
By Rainbows
Then the demon
Satan
Was reivisitioned
As, not a monster
But a Antihero
And a rebel.
Me and my people
Now search
To regain our thrones”
And I replied with
Nothing but a laugh
As i couldn’t believe
As to why people
Believe in such
A Backwards belief
In the
Twenty first
Century