Tuesday, 10 January 2017

THE LOST GODS

When we were born,
we had sceptres in our hands,
Crowns on our heads,
Gold running through our veins and planets under our feet.
Our birth defined royalty
For it was only
Until then that the world
Knew Kings.
Everything; every being,
every entity was to make
obeisance unto us;
They ARE meant to worship us.

But then, wise as we were,
we found us a different purpose,
Better than that of The Father.
We thought the counsel of
a notorious subject
Better than the gifts of Our Father
Hence, we ditched Him
and went our own way;
Embarked on this journey that for countless ages,
We are yet to arrive at our destination.
Even though Father's
heart was broken,
He still let us go with the gifts
we were born with.
He gave us clothes
to cover our shame
and protect us from
the cold and harsh weather,
A kiss of good wishes, and
The will to return to his arms
Whenever we became weary
From our journey.

And so it came to be that
the destination
The notorious subject
told us of -which was very close-
Kept running farther away as we got closer to it
So that until today,
We are still racing toward it.

As we traveled, we came upon
deserts and mountains that
demanded special rites for us to crossover.
When we got to the desert,
The notorious one told us
that unless we shed our blood,
We would die of thirst
and hunger without reaching
Our glorious destination.
Hence, we spilled all of
Our golden blood in the desert.
At the mountain, he told us to
take off our
shoes -the planets- otherwise,
We could not climb over
And foolishly, we did.
When we got to the great ocean,
The deceiver
Once again told us to give up our crowns
Or their heaviness would drown us.
We gave them up and
Walked across the ocean.

It was after we crossed the ocean
that we arrived at
This strange place;
This place where our subjects subject
us to their commands;
Where we make slaves of our brothers
and feed on our sisters' flesh.
It was on this strange land that
We trashed our sceptres;
We traded them for guns and
Swords that would
Enable us kill each other and
Possess more property.
It was on this land that
We contacted this killer disease
Which infects our thoughts even today.
It was on this land that we painted ourselves with different

  1. colours, adopted different dialects

And then created a hierarchy based on those colours and dialects.
It was right here, on this land that
We forgot who we are;
That we were born as gods;
that we defined royalty.
It was on this land that
We forgot about
The soft, gentle arms that
carried us when we
were but babies,
Those hands that caressed
our tiny royal feet.
It was here that we forgot about
Our loving Father,
The tears he shed when
we decided that
the notorious subject's counsel
was better than his love,
The soft kisses he planted on our foreheads
before we left our home.

Sheep beget sheep,
Wolves beget wolves,
Lions beget lions,
Men beget men,
And A God begets a god.
If only we understood the
full meaning of this
When the cursed subject came to us,
Then we would have
wiped him off the surface of existence
When he told us that
Father didn't love us
enough to make us like him.
But that's useless now;
Crying when the disease has already eaten
deep into us when we had the power to prevent it.

Instead come brothers,
Do you remember
Father's last gift the day we left home?
Now is the time to use it.
Let us go back to Him,
Let us go back to Our Father.
He has the cure to our disease and will
Restore us, I know.
He loves us that much.
Come brothers, let us go home,
Now is not too late.
Father's arms are still wide open to embrace us.
Let us reunite with Him and make Him laugh again,
Let us make Him cry happy tears.

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© Mr. Mac. 2016.
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