Augury

Becoming God

Augury


First, let there be the art 
Painful urge to create in all matter embodied 
Let there be the stars to sign the work 
For earthbound creation to worship when 
They'll start gazing upward 

Let there be the light, glowing from a far 
Like a blasting horn bellows forth our coming 
Divine architecture drawn onto the veil of existence 

Your very existence, by sole will conceived 
Since the first cell divided itself 
Provided the canvas for the work to bloom 
Until the time came to make apes into men 
A sorry pinnacle drawn to regression 

Creation, you self-predacious kind 
The canvas you stained in majestic idiocy 
For eons all was miscomprehended 
Offerings slain for heaven granted better harvests 
To vultures alone 

To our image and resemblance 
Animals we did disguise 
Behind a mask of intelligence 
The beast can be sensed 

Creatures, so unfit for liberty 
Always at war to force-feed a vision of divinity 
Manipulating holiness 
You see evil in all senses 
Blindly guessing the why you've been 

Arisen, given speech, made into flesh and blood 
Given a script and a play 
Characters (for whom) higher will is reason