Deistic Poem by Mason Maestro

Christ was hung on a cross
Now he's married to my mother
And I am married to a cigarette butt lying in the gutter
And I am married to a cigarette butt lying in the gutter
Oh, that's too bad

gods and thrones, are we finally alone?
White Man, you, you just starting to get the truth
I say, White Man, you, your views are all misconstrued
Look to Isis, Ra, Osiris or Bal
Ages pass the gods must fall

gods or drones, are we finally alone?
The mighty has arisen, all sins are forgiven
My mind is imprisoned, to hell we're driven
In the belly of Mithra, I shall be released
In the belly Krishna, I shall be the feast
She rises, Horus! The house of Taurus!
Yahweh -maker! Allah-master!

Choose to believe or not to believe
Turn your head any way, any golden calf will have its day
Choose to believe or not to believe
Doctrines rule the communion fool
With recycled deities out of the pool

Who would have thought that it would be
The sun and the stars mapping decree
Astronomy and Astrology
Constellations seen, a Pisces dream
In the vise of Venus, I shall be the yeast
In the vise of Janus, I shall be the priest

Now Jesus Christ, son of our god
Now he's worshiped with an utter
And I am worshiping explicit smut, lying in the gutter
And I am worshiping explicit smut, lying in the gutter
Oh, that's too bad