The Deities Of Our Race. Poem by Charles Karia

They call tenderly,seeking your attention,
Feigning mimicked voices, of long gone kin,
In dreams they call, naive slumbering men,
To bondage and servitude, of creatures so alien,
And rebellion to commandments, so long given.

Soon devotees are aplenty, sothey impose their rule,
Taboos to preserve their law, become your culture glue,
And superstitions thus formed, stick youlike flu.
You serve queer spirits; blaspheme without a clue,
In ignorance you do rituals, all for the hell's crew.

You will have to please me, I want a sacrifice here,
Your precious soul I now own, put this charm there:
Spill some blood for me,libation of some beer,
But ask not of results,the burdens you will bear!
We now have bonds eternal, don't repent or fear.

Then teaching begins; Jesus was Jew by race,
Preserve we must also, own roots and place.
Lest we fondly loose, our ancient cultural space.
The spirits now fire, an infernal devotion craze,
And ordain mediums, all with a guttural bass,
To deceive God's handwork,yet leave no trace.

The Almighty looks, down from his throne,
At races of men,poisoned to the bone.
He decrees their end, how they will groan,
And in servitude and worship, of minions moan,
Till they change and quit, their chosen dark zone.