TALE.

For all good men and true to tell
The tale of history
Requires investigation of
The Christian mystery;
For it says right here, before the bible,
People worshipped pan,
Until the saintly brethren
Re-christened him Satan.
And sheltered by the window ledge of time
We’ve been deceived,
Instead of dancing round the trees
They’ve had us sweeping leaves;
For penance is, as everybody knows,
Our legacy,
Inherited for crimes against
The whole theology.
But as the story teller sells it
We shall all be saved,
By offering our ears to them
Throughout our lonely days.
And hoping nothing bad occurs
Before we’ve sent our prayers
To some ones’ fairy tale idea
Of some old man upstairs.
Or of his son about his way,
And all the things he brought us,
Raising people from their beds,
And making wine from water.
Don’t get me wrong for saying this,
I’m not an atheist,
But I’d rather hear my stories
From an apostle who’s not pissed.