As I gaze t the stars afar
I begin to peer into a parallel galaxy
I see things that at first glance appear to be visual fallacies
The stars are battling, and I bear witness to the casualties

I notice Orion's Belt wrapped around Osiris' neck
as he jumps into reality and suffocates
from the artificiality that exists in it's place
The god of death breathes his last breath
I do an about face, and I am just in time
to see Zeus with a thunder bolt
driving, with a blinding jolt into lucifer's eye
His screeching is beyond belief
I cover my ears
look away
and to my relief, my eyes were diverted to a beautiful Virgin Mary
laying solemnly on a standstill asteroid.
The out of the void, jumps the legendary Jack the Ripper,
He pulls down his zipper, and proceeds to rape the once lovely virgin.
Maybe this is the truer version of the birth of Christ.
My vision blurs from the tears that swell from the site of this atrocity
my fears begin to stir that
possibility
I have seen to much

No such luck, because I can't help but to look up and when I do
I kind of seen Athena showing a little skin
to seduce the God of War and his warrior men.
Ares epic battle with lust is about to begin
I trust that before it ends he would have lost half his men
to a loveless lust that poisons his judgment
And then I shut my eye lids, and behind shut eyes
I hid
Well at least I tried but when I did I was confronted by repeated images
of what I once saw, All I could recall was scenes of God's slamming babies
against walls, and Cerebrus, the God's dog with rabies,
biting heads off of old ladies
These were no longer sites among the heavens, but maybe
this was just me going crazy
My mind grows hazy
Until I stumble, upon an epiphany:

These Gods, Gods of Men, yes they do sin,
because they do not create nor do the rule
because it was they who were created by the mental tool, the mind of man.
So it only makes sense that Gods do sin, since we are not a reflection of them,
Gods are a reflection of men.