Mistaken by subsequent races
The notion of god and His traces;
From Solon to Solomon
From Mosses to Marx
And of course,
From necromancy to theocracy,
How can He simply be a Semitic?
And mute in Gallic and in Attic.
These are nothing but
Fancies and an aura of Romance
That brought humanity in trance,
To cease their peace and certitude
And blessed them with an uncertain attitude
And fooling the Mortals as child
From mild to wild.
How graciously marked by a Renaissance`s soul
-That there is no sin but ignorance
And count religion but a childish toy-
Isn`t this a fable or old wives` tales?
Priest, monk, Saint, cleric and rabbi
These are but heralds of heaven and hell
Claimed to be revealed
With scriptures holy sealed.
Deluded the truth that was cognate
And framed the free Will
A stark and stoic.
The mysteries of life and death
Of good and evil
Of heaven and hell;
Aren`t illusions and mantle repressions?
That viciously drafted
To hail their worldly vision
But far from precision.
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