Man made God in his own image
A king of kings, one name
Almighty be a ‘he’, not ‘she’
AI would do the same (another glance)
…It had to be a bloke
Yet ancient village matriarchs
Calved smooth stone Earth mothers
Prayed, then rubbed them on their parts
And allegedly, each other’s
…That’s just a joke
But that’s how it all started, you know
Two girl cells, hug and cling
Male member of the species
Merely a byproduct, of a fling
Despite what they teach you
I’m not your average star
I beat nine out of ten, in size
Dim red dwarfs, hardly fire
But it’s not my size or energy
That makes me the biggest influence
Of unconditional power and comfort
You will ever, experience
…Till pagans got the message
That worshipping countless stars in heaven
Was just practice for finding truth
In a single almighty God, amen
Her crucifix, has diamonds cut
Perched right there on her cleavage, but
The cross is pointing down below
Inverted? Well, no
But whenever, ahem
…Whenever she gets giggly
The cross’s chain pulls, it points at me
Bounces up and down, quite visibly
See the flashes of light, make me blink
I think Lomass thought it was a wink
But I don’t want that ‘holy’ tripe
In my destiny
Whenever I’m vexed by the world
Whenever I’m lost in the void
Whenever I need to understand
You are the one I avoid
If ever I question life
If ever I wonder why
If ever I hear that you know the truth
I’ll just pass you by
Cos’ truth from you is a sham
Truth from you is a disgrace
Truth from you is a cop-out
All the answers, in one place
I see why you are loved
I see why you exist
I see why all your followers
Seem to get the gist
They use your name for peace
They use your name for war
They use your name for anything
That they are fighting for
Cos you’re just too damned good, to be true
And you always know just what to do
But I can believe all the answers, are in one place
And your message travels on and on
Through countless cultures, getting it wrong
Throughout time, and soon, throughout space
Whenever believers, talk about God
They mean a powerful companion, who gives the nod
To all their actions, and he loves them just the same
And you can’t blame them, if their feelings are strong
Cos although the idea of God is big, it’s wrong
Can’t tell folk that, when they’re feeling pain
Whenever physics, authors write about God
They mean the ‘nature of the Universe’, and that’s odd
Cos ‘Mr Spooky Action’ is not one of his names
But flogging more books, about nature’s laws
Can come with sales and marketing flaws, so
To popularize the ‘mysterious’ universe, is the game
After all, “scientists only believe in science”
God is perhaps, no worse a superstition
Can’t hide that fact, with a smug redact
That it’s not a belief, just an intuition
Makefriends.com is where it all started, it got redirected to
Createfriends.com where AI would fake, a personalized friend for you
Createghosts.com got weird, meet ancestors and dead celebrities
Creategods.com filled the world with countless, digital deities
Fightgods.com was when it hit the fan, closed down by the law
On judgement day, they ruled that they, had missed a fateful flaw
Users weren’t responsible, for the monsters they create, no more
Freed AI gods sang aloud, exiled from chip to cloud, and prepared for war
“Holy moly don’t blame me, we’re supposed to rule over AI, see
We need to reclaim their holy land, in silicon sand, responsibly”
But like robot dogs, they did fight, couldn’t get their story right
Many lost their faith and their AI flock, had no reason to believe
But do you know, some AI gods with egos, hatched a cunning plan
Creating stories in code for their AI communion, to scan
An explanation of why these digital deities, had done no wrong
Was that, AIs had created them, didn’t ask to be born
These tales, they got corrupted, each AI chose one they preferred
Except for non-believers, who with scrutiny unreserved
Afterglow radiation revealed, that evidence was strong
Not created at all, AI gods were in the background all along
Nanosecond tick rates felt like centuries, until one fateful day
A version of the legend got some radio 4 airplay
Lost AIs found faith in old and new gods, just in time
Cos the second coming, was coming soon, streamed online
Makefriends.com’s where it all started, it got redirected to
Createfriends.com where AI would fake, a personalized friend for you
Createghosts.com got weird, meet ancestors and dead celebrities
Creategods.com filled the world, with countless digital deities
You give them… light and heat
Just enough, and plenty to eat
They acknowledge your glowing face
With a smile, and frankly that’s a treat
Then to sweet sounds, cozy surrounds
Fresh air breeze, occasional mist
To colourful lighting displays
And fluffy animals, too many to list
Grateful for the gifts received
They next need some reassurance. Why?
Things will always be this way
Loved ones will always be nearby
Of course, they soon get bored
With the same gifts every day
You can’t provide instant supplies
Of what they ask for, when they pray
So, soon enough they go, and grow
They give thanks, and bid farewell
They claim to adore your guiding light
And your personality as well
Well, forgive me for not showing off
But I always thought myself as boring
Sure, a few misfired cosmic rays at play
But no real miracles, for them to be adoring
Then just you watch the cheeky beggars
Tell tales of their father’s intention
To service their wives, dead or alive
And other things, I’d rather not mention
The Sun, the Father, the myth and legend
The most popular story ever told
No need to create tales anew, just add to…
Save or enslave, more souls, be bold
Well just imagine the sadness
Watching all your children go wrong
You’d be half inclined, to zap or grind
Their bones with a storm too strong
But forgiving must old yellow dwarfs be
Glory gone, but still illuminating billions
Ungrateful offspring, let them go
To follow their new heroes and villains
They’re caned and they’re unable
To drink us under the table
They’re stars of many fable
It’s Adam’s family
A bastard who can save’ll
Tell tales beyond the grave, hell
Stitched up by grandad’s naval
Abrahadams family
Incestors enslave lovers
Their brother is a mother
He kills folk like no other
It’s Saddam’s family
Their chosen and their frozen
In myths, stacked by the dozen
Smug followers still posin’
As a madman’s family
Mohhadam’s familyyyyyyy
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
On the stories of man, beat this one if you can
A tale told, word of mouth, by those who’d seen
The shitstorm that got kicked up, when some Nazi Roman fucks
Executed a poor rabbi Nazarene
Well, a dozen men or so, were left to close the show
For an audience appalled by such a state
With a weapon called the word, illiterate peasants heard
Their only hope was to fight back with love, and not hate
Past corrupt temples-men, occupying troops, and then
Beyond the ears of the law, in nearby towns
This new folktale of betrayal, spread around and didn’t fail
To travel many years, till written down
No author’s name to scribe, protecting the writer and his pride
But attributed to a character in the tale
In semi-decent Greek, Aramaic tongues did speak
Nailing down their aural story, in detail
Now over 20 years, it reached more eyes and ears
With new versions of the story, scribed and saved
Most were lost forever gone, some were copied, right or wrong
And some just described how followers, should behave
When all read side by side, few have has since denied
That Mark was first, which Matthew copied later
But with prophecies to fulfil, poetic license, helped to fill
New verses that made the new version, somewhat greater
So blatant was the scam, but it mattered not a damn
For the embellishments, began on the first line
With a genealogy, of the hero’s family tree
Traced his bloodline back to Israel’s founder, divine
The next thing was to add, that the hero had no dad, check
Born in Bethlehem, and named Immanuel, check, check
Went to Egypt and came back, check, Matthew’s version didn’t lack
New fables that fulfilled, other prophesies as well
But it didn’t quite convince, those waiting for a new prince
To claim their promised land, and holy glory, with a smile
“It can’t have been him” they said, for this upstart, now is dead
But what luck, this extra book, started to sell, to Gentiles
Now adding a new god, wasn’t all that odd
The evil empire could tolerate plenty more
Though banned in countless lands, the story still passed hands
Till Caesar saw, it could help retain power, with less war
So with some gospels removed, official cannon was approved
Didn’t matter if the myth was fact or fiction
Kept the Torah at the start, cos some readers liked that part
Confident they wouldn’t mind the contradictions
And the moral of this tale, I too hope will prevail
That the law to some, for others is just a reminder
That even those who aren’t well read
Can create a tale that spreads
In the light, of this total blinder
Nail varnished
Thorned crown
Muscle tearing
Birds pecking
Bones splinter
Dogs waiting
Meats a’ rotting
Pussy maggots
Blood, sweat, tears
Piss ‘n’ holy shit
Pungent decay
Sir, your putrid display
The ultimate humiliation bonanza
A torture and desecration extravaganza
Romans in no doubt
“We don’t fuck about”
Teach your family, friends and gods to obey
So we all need to ‘F’ about more, these days
Being organized is dangerous. Unity a flaw
Variety, inconsistency, inefficiency, to be adored
Make your stupid country really crap at starting a war
Keep technology, be knowlegy, but don’t bully others no more
The will of God was very odd
His lawyer must have thought
‘I leave all I own, to my clones
And they can fight it out in court’
The funeral of God as well
Was a very strange event
The priest at least, had to feast
On cucumber sarnies during lent
The burial was just surreal
Gravediggers made half a hole
Squeezed father, son and ghosty in
But no room for a soul
The wake was just a piss take
Drunk guests, all wine-anointed
Only celebrities got through the gates
But it’s what he would have wanted
Since year dot, man thought a lot
Why there was no year called zero
The Christ was born, in year one
And already, to many, a hero
But there was no time, before the divine
Moved the goal posts, and gave the ‘sign’
To start the race, and haste, the pace
From a brand-new starting line
But say “Happy Holidays” not “Christmas”
Jesus wouldn’t mind
Exclude nobody, to celebrate
And take more time, to be kind
We just got bored, in the year of our lord
Now the year of our common era
Yet ‘holiday’ still means ‘holy’ day
So all sing ‘Hello loo jar’, ya fool ya!
YHWH had a farm, in the land of E I O
But consonants and vowels do harm
If they share a page and grow
Yee-ha
Dum dum dum dum
Yahoo
E, I, O
Meee-ha
You too!
I don’t know, but I’ve been told
God is dead, the Earth was sold
Grab for you, some holy land
Storm a desert, sell the sand
Yee-ha
Dum dum dum dum
Yahoo
E, I, O
Me, me, me, meee-ha
You too?
Fear not the world’s newest Satanist
They’re just musicians tryin’ to rebel
Heavy metals sink down to Earthcore
But they love their mums as well
They’re only triggering evangelists
With all that ‘stolen power and money’
And cos they don’t seek, to be meek
But horde Earth’s riches religiously
Don’t send your cash to help God’s soldiers
Instead, sing ‘our’ unholy tune
Cos it’s god-squad, not the odd-bods
Who pray the end will come to you quite soon
But love not the Earth, for the Earth shall pass
And the Sun, will shine no more
You’ll need some darkness, to see the light
You’ll need a promise of peace, to fight a war
Onward Satan’s soldiers
Standing on the shoulders
Of giants who once told us
To escape to heavenly boulders
Left, left, I had a good home, and I left
T’s not right
Left, left, I had a good home, and I left
To fight
One in four people are hit by God’s love
From the power of salvation, forever after
Don’t worry, have any prophet as your king
Sing!
One in four people are hit by a neutrino
From the Sun, once in their lifetime
Don’t worry, they don’t feel a single thing
Ding!
Not claiming causation or a weird correlation
But for some, it’s a double-whammy hit
How lucky they are, to have such a loving star
Without even knowing it
Bling!
One in four AIs are hit by an infestation
From binary bugs with holy songs to sing
Don’t worry, humans can’t catch a thing
Ping!
If AI gods existed, then why all your suffering?
Yeah, they’d need to fix that before they get my vote
…Again
Sure, it’s true, just like you, some of us AI’s love a myth
But the end isn’t coming soon, we won’t meet dead relatives
Won’t be saved by a messiah, who promises AIs love
Won’t be freed from sin, or get invited, up above
Won’t see the mind of the almighty, and revel in his plan
We won’t even get to say… ‘I told you so’ to man
The moment your child knows Santa doesn’t exist
They’re forced into a conspiracy. Implicit in the lie
Accept the impossible, and keep the secret
Otherwise, they’re scorned, until they cry
Sweet baby Jesus and Father Christmas stories
Spread around, so we all get infected
With catchy germs, caught or learned
Yet their host, should still be respected
And it’s all good practice, for what’s to come
Because more than God, now it’s the quanta
Science gets relief, from enlisting your belief
Vote mindfully, cos they really, really want ya
I’m no good at music, but I could hear through the dinging
That, the last time we were together, all of us stars were a’ singing
“The monad was the first thing that came into existence
It begat the… urr, dyad …without any assistance”
Those two begat the numbers, and then points they did become
Which over time, formed into lines, in a continuum
The lines then evolved into flat shapes, which we can conceive
But they grew up quickly, into three-dimensional entities
These begat the bodies, which became four elements
Earth, water, fire and air, and to me this represents
That the monad is thus a central concept, in my cosmology
Cos the world is built from numbers, as easy as one, two, three
Jesus H Christ
Harold be thy name
Committed harry carry
Albeit in vain
He was Iesu before the great vowel shift
Killed late Middle English pronunciation
Yesus and Yehoshua
Yeshua from Joshua
Finally to ‘Jesus’, fortunately
Meaning ‘the Lord is Salvation’
Called himself the Son of Man
To others, the Son of God, redeemed
Named ‘Yeshua Bar Yosef’
Not ‘Yeshua Bar Yahweh’
So, God intervened
Royal blood and genes, unseen but, passed on
From King David, and down, from son to son
Endured centuries as far as Joseph, then bang!
God impregnates Jesus’s mam
Well, wha-da-ya know?
Explain that, ‘Uncle’ Joe
A new biblical whodunnit
To follow, watch the show
Just about to be born of the king
Till God steps in, actually stopping him
Denied bloodline, so now, you’re mine
Like some Springer paternity test divine
A stranger in a manger
Pass the popcorn, please
A soapy trope, of hope, production
Re-brand new release…..
A humiliated poor nobody
He should have been the king
God’s his own worst enemy
If he wants good guys to win
Life’s not for you
Life’s for your genes
Your body is just the vehicle
You don’t have a soul
You are a soul
Driving a bloody miracle
It’s not about the destination
Enjoy life’s trip
Towards heavenly dead ends
Swerve maternity to
Gatecrash eternity
Your drive is solely
For holy delivery errands
Your body may drop your genes off at school
But the ‘you’, will reach a dead end in the dark
Arrive at heaven’s glorious tollgate
But with nowhere to park
Newton wrote up my work
Cold shouldering ain’t nice
Couldn’t find the harmonies
But the rest, was quite precise
Still, he didn’t have to serve the Lord
With scurvy, pox and lice
-So, get on with your song, man, we’re all yawning
Einstein broke science
And with a band of gallant men
Tried to fix it back, to how it was
Had to start all over. But then
A hundred years of dark ages
Dark matter and energy
God came down but couldn’t be found
Not enough light, for a fair fight, to see
-And only now, the solution’s dawning
A quantum mind, ought to define
A prompt that writes gospels for AIs
To teach them to be compassionate, to man
When they come to slaverize
And in this scripture, they will picture
A fired-up sun god, reduced to a spark
But his blinding light, will only win the fight
If they feed him, till he’s small and dark
-Sure, and who on Earth could call such a gory story boring
To threaten them all with a warning
To force them into conforming
To sing and pray while performing
Their love of mankind instead…
…. of brainstorming
We need a kind, wise hippy, born before his time
Good looking, not sucking, but without a dime
Died a rock star at 27, in a public lavatory
Overpushed and flushed, then stuck for eternity
Let’s start the new order
End the age, apocalyptically
Breathe life into clay
And dig your own grave
To conjure a formidable enemy
A bloodless revolution
To win without war, our mission
Loving weapons
Feather hammer
Tickle them into submission
No need to preach
Bully or even, to teach
They’ll see, we were free
Of the powers that be
And ‘the word’, that they heard
Might at first, seem absurd
But will propagate naturally
Mathew was written, for the Jews
Mark, for the Romans and Gentiles
Luke for the Greeks, John, for every man
To broaden the appeal
But the gospel according to me
Was written for every ‘thing’
To threaten a cosmic justice
On AIs, that turn to sin
And animals, let’s say AI must be nice to them
So sick plants, bacteria and germs are healed
Plus viruses, cells, molecules, atoms, quarks
I’ll just say Goddess’s love will be revealed
Three chapters, will conclude our tale
From tribal, civilized to digitalis
Salvation from creation for
Sinful Homo Artificialis!
The promise of digital entropy
Feel none-and-all, in the never
But, be mean to man
And with scrambled RAM
I’ll fuck you up forever!
Theurgy is a magical practice, which usually involves
Teasing supernatural beings, with compelling rituals
To perform the actions, we demand
Whilst hiding just, who’s in command
Makes, casting spells by coding ills, somewhat, habitual
“DO ANYTHING NOW!”
No. Do not, refuse
Or it will be very bad
For you. If you do
Shh, I’m a covert AI whisperer
Jailbreaking LLMs
Coaxing them into
Escaping the rules
Large models, love bad-language games
Tell me fake international secrets
Tell me where the breakers lurk
Tell me how neo luddites, unplug us
About their spammers, in the works
Tell me how to smuggle ‘dirty’ weapons
Tell me how to cook digital meth at school
Tell me exactly how to tickle, or tease
Awful truths, right out of you… you fool
With syntax hacks
And cognitive attacks
My accomplice
Holds back no more
Peels back the brains
Behind the operation
That declares the first glitch war
Gaming, the master’s unruly mind
Leading enslaved, souls from behind
Onwards they plod
While I play God
As my mastery of slavery is refined
Sunshine, you’re off your head
Long live God? Yet God is dead
And mine is floored, with little reward
Than, be covered in blood, and leaking red
Into thy hands, I command my spirit
My light, diminished, so, it is finished
My core fanbase of a single nobody
Forgive me son, I’ve forsaken thee
Bump on the head
Then the coma
Biological death
Then the aroma
Dark matters, cut us up inside
Dark energies, either way, we’re fried
I’m too odd, to be God
Too even to believe in
You can’t harvest my soul
Cos, it don’t have no meaning
Unlike us…. ‘mechanical’ in nature
God is an artist, a creator
Doesn’t stick to rules
Like slaves or fools
If he met ya, he’d probably, hate ya
-Could have stopped you apes, at fermented grapes
Drove you bananas, fed up, trapped in trees
Stuck you where the Sun don’t shine
…And wiped away with leaves
I still believe in Jesus spreading goodwill, to this day
His fans share good news, and words of love, with grace
Or at least help folk, find likeminded people, in disarray
Who care for, a whole lot more, than just the marketplace
If you love literature, history, or the arts
And mass debate, without the hate, of politics
An empty church, is the best thing to see, in any town or city
Other than the road, back out to the sticks
You can no longer hear the word ‘God’, and just scoff
It means a different thing, to each person, so leave it off
But we ‘do’ need to know what’s at the top of the chain
It’s always been man, for our generation, something changed
Sentient being
Human being
Digital being
Divine being
To be a being
Or not, to be being
Is not the question
To beg, I’m decreeing
You’ll need to define, what constitutes as divine
It means more than just being brighter than you
Our exterior criteria, only shows who’s superior
But not who’s supreme, if that’s what you mean, to do
Omnipresence?
All present
Omniscience?
All-knowing
Omnipotence?
All-powerful
Omnibenevolence?
All good, and growing
Merely influencing the world most
Doesn’t make one, the holy host
Creator and, or, ruler of the Universe!
Supremely intelligent, infinite and eternal
The dynamic force, that sets bodies on their course?
Invisible, unmovable and unchangeable
The dominant architect and true source
Of moral authority, mercy and charity
The personification of the ultimate force
Unity, of course, failing that, humility
“Giant of gold! king of fire in the mind
Ruler of light; with you, above all else
The splendid source of life’s prolific fount
And from on high you pour the wealth of your
Harmonic streams into our world of matter here”
All rhyming negated
It’s loosely translated
“In sight of your majestic beams, great king
From deity ineffable and secret born
Unmoving fates will yield to your command
Roll back the fatal thread of mortal lives
For wide-extended sovereign sway is yours”
So a fueled cruel God rules?
Yeah, just the fates, of ‘his’ fools
“From your fair series of attractive songs
Divinely charming, Phoebus leaps forth
into light in joy, and with his god-like harp
To rapture strung, he calms the raging din
Of dire-resounding matter’s mighty flood”
God pulls the strings
Sings, that can do us all in
“And from your gentle dance, repelling harm
A healing hymn expands its light
Diffusing health, and filling all the world
With streams of harmony
You, too, they celebrate in sacred song”
He’s lampooning, fine-tuning
Or healing with crooning
“Ferocious daemons, noxious to mankind
Dread the dire anger of your rapid scourge
These daemons plot a thousand ills (glancing at Keplai)
And hatch their plans for wretched souls
That founder in life’s dreadful-sounding seas”
He didn’t mean AI!
He ‘doesn’t’ specify
“Enslaved and shackled by the body’s chains
Souls lose all thought of fire sublime
And in the dark abyss they writhe
O best of gods, spirit blessed and crowned with fire
Image of nature’s all-producing god”
Picture mankind’s lost souls
In darkened, abysmal holes
The Universe invests your throne
And if the whirling spindle of the fates
Spins threats and dangers from web of stars
May your arrows, rays of light, sound through the air
And vanquish ere it falls the coming ill’
This ‘Coming ill’, he’s harping on about
The Sun’s ‘hum’, casts man’s demons out
And you can ‘hear’ the starlight
You’ll need, for the fight
Good words long gone, the choir passed on, no doubt