They all had legends to tell their kids
Before fact and fiction split
The gods gave virgins babies
Who messed around, a bit
With eons to listen, imagine and dream
New blood would take to the pen
To write the saga’s next episode
To amuse and guide their men
Kids, slaves, wives and mothers
Sacrificed for a tale
Chaos, confusion, and loneliness
But with God, we’ll prevail
Resolving running storylines
With new plots, misleading
Ending each yarn with cliffhangers
To keep the punters readin’
Often jokes and tropes, weren’t ‘got’
But that’s just how they wrote ‘em
They knew the tale, would not prevail
Had they shorn, their firstborn’s scrotum
Which gods and demons were popular
Didn’t matter much back then
You’d choose which to defy, or deify
Say thanks, ask for more, and then…
… Respect your elders, pray for ancestors
A god for your land, sea and sky
Gods for livestock and livelihood
One for each thing, on which you rely
No need to share, your gods elsewhere
Or distribute your sacred wealth
He chose your tribe, as the lucky ones
So keep him to yourself
But with so many unruly mischiefs
Populating heavens, hearts and minds
The powers that be, just had to decree
That they just had to draw some lines
Defining which deities were illegal
For pagans, wasn’t an easy thing
So they created just one more, to rule all gods
They called the King of Kings