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