S. Vasthar Poem by Rodion Myshkin

Ecce homo!
Ashamed, are you not,
of ur crown?
Afraid to sully ur pride;
Made to bully and snide.

An ilah, like no other?
Fine drama and duress!
With all your blotch n blemish,
Drop ur book, to feel squeamish.

Triumvirate to all realities?
Then reincarnate as you please?
Do heavenly bodies still feign alliance
Or are you cowering under real science?

You may believe in any or all,
They reign - gods
These feign sods!
A believer, justifies all of the gaps,
Question him, he snaps!

I'm even tempted to create
My own Omni-god
(Even though I know,
he would be a fraud!)