Mars On Christianity Poem by ... Caliban

Once war clouds grew at my behest,
A thousand died at my mere gesture
Kings trembled if they spied my crest,
And counted out their days of tenure.

But that was long ago my sweet,
I felt the touch of conquering time,
A child spat upon me in the street,
And paid expensive for her crime.

But even as I heard her screams
My pleasure was... diminished,
An echo of my darkest dreams
Power in the human kind unleashed.

And now once mighty Mars must lie,
Beneath the soft and gentle yoke
A Lamb now holds my arching sky.
And poison love my heart will choke

On my dark and dangerous temple
A chapel bright and clear and fair
For blood and fire, Eve's pale apple
They reverence that girl's black hair.

Where once men trembled with apt fear,
They now grovel and kneel low with love
And a virgin with a child hold dear,
Abase themselves before this dove.

But she does not know their souls as I
A million years of practised skill,
And men will always fight her lie,
And follow me; to learn to kill.